I couldn't do it.
I couldn't eat the blueberries.
I even thought about putting them in a baked good, using the philosophy that the germs would get cooked out, but it wasn't really the germs, per say, that freaked me out.
The thing that really was the kicker is that the garage is in the basement, and there are sometimes roaches in the garage at night. Which means roach footprints on the garage floor.
And as I've said on here dozens of times, I can't handle roaches. Who cares about the car greases and dirty footprints. It's the roaches and the roaches only that I can't handle.
The thing that finally sealed the deal was that when I left the house today, there were a few still on the garage floor - half eaten, by some horrible creature I'm sure.
If I had spilled them anywhere else, I would have certainly washed and eaten them, but not in the garage.
So, I sent them with my Dad to feed to the chickens.
Unless, of course, my parents are more liberal about such things than I. Then they can eat them.