I don't know if I finally sated my body's lycopene deficency or just reached my threshold for fresh tomatoes, but last week I stopped being naturally drawn to the garden to harvest the tomatoes every morning. I have had to remind myself to go pick them and even then I'm only doing it every couple of days.
Consequently, Matt's wild pig has been getting even more over-ripe ones. This pleases him as the only things he likes better is cantelope and strawberries.