The title pretty much says it all. This is a question about your worst experiences with figs, and maybe some home remedies or precautions you take to avoid such a fate. This question is inspired by today's adventure...
On the weekends, I'm a delivery driver. On the weekdays, I'm a stay-at-home dad. Today (Monday) I had a dentist appointment so I figured I would bring a ladder, like most normal people do for their dentists. On the way home, I stopped at different fig trees that I had spotted during the course of my deliveries, obtaining permission where necessary in advance and then again (if possible) today. Some of these trees are between twenty and forty feet in the air, so I made sure to bring the extension ladder.
At the very first tree, I am stung by an angry wasp. Not deterred, we move on to the next trees in our series. A few cardboard boxes FILLED with figs later, not to mention a belly full as I picked, and I go to the post office to mail today's fig tree shipment. Mind you, it's a warm and humid day, and all I've had to drink is 1/3 of a Bang energy drink. No water, nothing. My stomach begins cramping at the post office, and mind you this usually takes me around an hour (I use an outlet called POSTAL ANNEX where they do all of my boxing for me. It's much nicer than I could do myself, and my customers appreciate it). I've brought a box of figs in for everyone, employees and customers alike, to enjoy but now the smell is making me sick. The figs I'd enjoyed so much earlier were feeling like rocks in my stomach. Things were not going to be pretty, I did not make it home. Instead I stopped at a local grocery store chain and sweated in their bathroom for about 20 minutes. By the time I get home, I'm almost doubled over. I spend the next 5-6 hours in there, only thinking to get gatorade for electrolytes about 3 hours in. A gatorade and a pack of nabs later, I feel like a new man, but I'm still not sure I ever want to eat a fig again. =(
On the weekends, I'm a delivery driver. On the weekdays, I'm a stay-at-home dad. Today (Monday) I had a dentist appointment so I figured I would bring a ladder, like most normal people do for their dentists. On the way home, I stopped at different fig trees that I had spotted during the course of my deliveries, obtaining permission where necessary in advance and then again (if possible) today. Some of these trees are between twenty and forty feet in the air, so I made sure to bring the extension ladder.
At the very first tree, I am stung by an angry wasp. Not deterred, we move on to the next trees in our series. A few cardboard boxes FILLED with figs later, not to mention a belly full as I picked, and I go to the post office to mail today's fig tree shipment. Mind you, it's a warm and humid day, and all I've had to drink is 1/3 of a Bang energy drink. No water, nothing. My stomach begins cramping at the post office, and mind you this usually takes me around an hour (I use an outlet called POSTAL ANNEX where they do all of my boxing for me. It's much nicer than I could do myself, and my customers appreciate it). I've brought a box of figs in for everyone, employees and customers alike, to enjoy but now the smell is making me sick. The figs I'd enjoyed so much earlier were feeling like rocks in my stomach. Things were not going to be pretty, I did not make it home. Instead I stopped at a local grocery store chain and sweated in their bathroom for about 20 minutes. By the time I get home, I'm almost doubled over. I spend the next 5-6 hours in there, only thinking to get gatorade for electrolytes about 3 hours in. A gatorade and a pack of nabs later, I feel like a new man, but I'm still not sure I ever want to eat a fig again. =(
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