Ah, September!... I wouldn't mind betting that most country folk's current fruit bowls resemble the above.
All those wormy windfalls, the ones the birds got at, and the ones that are starting to go bad, get brought inside and eaten as quickly as possible. The peelings and off-cuts usually ending up like detritus from 'the feeding of the five thousand'.
Just before taking the above picture, I had thrown out a few of the more evil examples. Some were simply too far gone.
They may not look too good, but they all taste just like their more 'perfect' cousins.