I spy on them daily.
I feed them, water them, I make them all plump.
I pick at them so they're just perfect come time to eat...
What's even more scary is that I've caught myself talking to them.
"Come on, little guys, ripen up..."
"Get a little bigger...."
"Soak up as much of that beautiful sunshine as you want..."
"Eat up the tender fertilizer I'm providing for you..."
"Because very soon, I will pick you, clean you, cut you up into many small slices,
cook you under intense heat, and gobble you up for dinner."
See what I mean?
But a well fed one. :)