I have a vivid memory from some 45-50 years ago, back when I hunted deer in the river swamp with dogs, of a deer being processed at our camp one day. There were a couple of guys who ate the livers, and one from a deer killed that morning was cut out, and laid on a big wooden wire spool that was used as an outdoor table, while the deer processing was being completed. I walked by the liver and noticed it moving. We cut into it and found so many liver fluke worms in it that the whole thing looked like it was being kneaded from the inside.
I'm not squeamish, but I don't eat liver, and it's partially because of that mind picture.
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