Picked a pound, maybe even a pound and a half of raspberries this evening. In the wilderness, where stinging nettles abound and mosquitos thrive. I think it's Nature's way of asking, "just how badly do you want these berries, hm?"
When I came home, I personally inspected every single one. Checked for ..ehm, animal protein and terminated undesirable residents. And popped them in the freezer to make sure they'll be absolutely wormless (ewww) and ready to be turned into jam and RØDGRØD MED FLØDE. More on that in another post.