Arrow and I found Joe Bob making a midnight snack out of the Snow White tomatoes the other night. I regret not taking his photo in situ but I reflexively plucked the beast.
Then we bathed him in soapy water.
Had I thought of it, in other words, if it hadn't been midnight and I wasn't tromping around in my pajama bottoms collecting weed pollen before bed, I would have saved him for the hen's breakfast. It just didn't occur to me. I'm learning that I make very different decisions while sleep gardening.