Hmm, what I find most interesting is that they didn't come to your house and take it away, never to be seen or heard from again: like what McDonald's did with the housewife in Southlake who found a dead mouse (rat, maybe? I can't remember) in her chicken salad.

It doesn't sound like they denied it, which is responsible, I think. Owning up as a lost corporate value.

I'm glad your daughter's been cured of her Pop Tarts addiction! I tried to use this story to cure my s/o of hers, unfortunately she responded with: "doesn't matter, I eat the vanilla creme." I guess the larvae blend in more with vanilla creme than they do chocolate.

[Ed Note: Yes, it's really hard to tell for sure, and I just don't have the heart to eat Freddy and find out!]