I had this story when we've picked peaches on pick-your-own farm near Dallas, to make melomel (turned out awesome), and while we were busy, some flies ate skin on our ankles, that took almost a year to heal. Now we moved to Finland and some similar gnats are trying to eat all the skin, this season starts now. Well, skin adopts and learns to heal faster.
There was another pick your own farm in Arkansas, we went there for strawberries (to - you guess it, make melomel!) And when we told the farmer what we are up to, he was like "that's cool, but you know, be careful telling this to people. You know, this is baptist country" - which made us make jokes about baptist spray. We had a barrel of mead at the end of first stage of fermentation to throw berries in right away reducing contaminant growth time and made sure we leave before a local school kids arrive to pick more berries. Good times. In the morning the fog was so heavy, I detuned radio and pretended it's Silent Hill.
But there is another story I heard from a friend. Her granddad retired after a career of chemical factory boss. So he bought a hectare of land and decided to grow black currants. You can take chem engineer out of factory, but... He got hundreds of bushes, and assigned them to family members. They had KPI, deadlines, whole deal turned into awful grind with corporate stench. And what would one do with some cubic meters of rapidly decaying berries anyway? They ate it, canned it, made wine (not very good one), needless to say, nobody in the family could stand black currants anymore. How did this surface? I took her bf to get some beer for the party in store and there was this single blackcurrant ipa. I was like - here, she'll like it, it's sure bet. Well, it wasn't, lol.