Oh, you can run, but you can't hide, my prickly little friends. What? You don't like having boiling hot vinegar poured over your green bodies? That's too terribly bad. Because even though you're trying to hide under that vegetation, I see you. And I'm coming for you.
And, thus, with threatening my own crops, I end "Crop Week".
I'm back in town tomorrow and can hopefully scrape together something a little more lively than cataloguing my backyard foodstuffs.