My name is Jennifer.
I live in Columbus, Ohio, with my husband Tom and our two kids.
Three summers ago, I built my first real vegetable garden. Four raised beds, a drip irrigation system, string supports for the tomatoes.
I planted heirloom tomatoes, zucchini, peppers, blueberries, and cucumbers.
From April through July, that garden was my sanctuary.
Early mornings with coffee, hands in the soil, watching everything grow.
Then late July arrived. And everything changed.
The tomatoes started cracking from summer rain. That's normal. I knew that.
What I didn't know was what happens next.
Within 48 hours of the first crack, the fruit flies found it.
At first it was a few. Then dozens. Then clouds of them, hovering over my tomato plants.
I started picking tomatoes early to try to beat them.
But when I cut one open inside...
Larvae. Already inside the fruit. Before it ever left the vine.
I stood in my kitchen holding that tomato and I couldn't believe it.
I grew this for my family.
I'd watered it, staked it, watched it for months.
And something had already ruined it before I even picked it.
I went back out to the garden and checked the blueberries.
Soft. Punctured. Some had already collapsed.
The zucchini had small flies crawling along the skin where it touched the soil.
By August, I was throwing away more than I was eating.
I actually cried. Standing in the garden I built, throwing away the food I'd grown, crying because I didn't understand what had gone wrong or how to stop it.