A farmworker explains they need a clean toilet, and some place to wash their hands from the pesticide that smells like garlic. It gets all over everything. They don’t like to eat it. It causes boils, cramps, and, in town, the women are having miscarriages. A foreman says if anyone complains he’s fired. Our operation is modern and sanitary. A disgruntled worker is dangerous; if there’s bacteria on the fruit, a human hand put it there. They’re lucky to have a job. There wouldn’t be a crop to pick if we let the insects breed.