I like to think that if I discovered a worm, I would carefully pluck him out and put him in one of the potplants on the windowsill.
But all our potplants have spiderwebs on them (we're planning on replanting... soon... eventually...) and you would have to pay me to put my fingers near them. And, anyway, if I discovered a worm, I would probably squeal and throw the apple in the bin. I certainly wouldn't be able to eat around the worm.
I still have to disassemble freshly picked wild raspberries before eating them (discretely, because my father-in-law would laugh at me and Sylvain would just roll his eyes), just in case there is some sort of bug party happening inside. I am haunted by stories of a neighbour on the farm gleefully popping a gigantic mulberry in his mouth, only to spit it out seconds later in horror because it was full of ants.
But I still like to think that I would rescue the worm.
Finding half a worm would be worse than finding a worm to rescue, icky!
I take a long time picking apples at the store, the ones that show no signs of entry - looking at the opposite end of the stick end and peering to make sure there is no large hole to the core for a worm to have climbed inside.
On the ants thing, I had an experience with ants. I had a coke from a vending machine, took a big gulp only to be met with a mouthful of cokey ants. They had climbed in under the lid and into the coke. Apparently it can happen so they try to clean the vending machines reguarly. YUK!
Whoa there... back up. Did you just say 'potplants'? :D
what about maggots??