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I have two! I'll stick with the quick gross one for now.
I work on a farm and typically walk around barefoot - it's just easier to get around in general. So I'm in our greenhouse dedicated to tomatoes. It's pretty big, about a hundred feet long and fifty feet wide, and it's late July so this thing is just overgrown with huge tomato plants. But we're a fairly small operation so while there are many plants - about 700 - they aren't exactly strung up neatly. Just a veritable jungle of leaves, branches, green, ripe and rotten tomatoes everywhere. Including the floor.
So I'm in there pussyfooting and tip-toeing through openings of plants trying not to smoosh plants - or significantly worse yet step square into a rotten tomato - when it happens.
SQUISHHHHH
"BLECH!" I spit out recoiling my foot, scrunching my face and looking down, my disgust morphing to horror. Oh, if only I had stepped on a tomato and not a bloated, dead rat.