Pesticide, herbicide, other-cide free strawberries! Richard didn’t have to tell us twice, the strawberries were calling and we came a runnin’. Armed with tubs and boxes for our haul we drove out to the farm and poked around looking for those yummy strawberries. Around the house? Nope. In the garden? Nope. Greenhouses? Nope. Maybe under the trucks.... no no, that’s a silly place to look. We couldn’t find the darn strawberry patch. After giving up and driving back down the driveway, Betsy had to check one more spot, and voila! There were Richard, his wife, and rows and rows of strawberry plants. Getting down to the business of picking, we quickly found out who else loves the strawberry patch, our friend the mosquito. About an hour and dozens of ‘squito bites later we had filled all of our tubs and boxes and headed home to process our bounty.