Oh man, I have a story.

So we were pretty poor growing up and often had to get food from the food bank. One of the things that they always had was Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, and they were one of my favorites.

I got up one Saturday morning early as a 13 year old, and as was my custom, I poured myself a bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, added some milk, and scarfed down the bowl, all in the 6am light of the sun to avoid waking anybody else up by turning on a light. I always had milk leftover, and I would pour more cereal into the bowl to help soak up the milk. After eating about 1.5 bowls of cereal, I went to our basement to watch Saturday morning cartoons, starting with the show I only watched because it was on: The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.

A few hours later, I hear footsteps above me indicating that the rest of my family had woken up and were starting to go to the dining room to eat breakfast. It was maybe 5 minutes after the footsteps that I heard one of my younger siblings SCREAMING. I run upstairs to see what was going on, and they're screaming and pointing to their bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, where there are 4 or 5 mealworms crawling around her bowl.

Needless to say, I refused to eat Apple Cinnamon Cheerios ever again. I didn't even realized that they had stopped making them.