I was merrily fulfilling my salad preparation duty at work today when I came across some cherry tomatoes in the fridge. 

'Those would look nice on my side salads', thought I, so I got to work washing them. They were perhaps over-ripe, but they tasted good. I reached for the knife with which to slice them in half.

The very first specimen proceeded to squirt more juice than you could possibly imagine all over my white shirt as soon as I went to cut it. I was dripping in the stuff. God knows how one small item could have held so much liquid.

I eyed the rest of the punnet with much suspicion after that and decided against neat half-circles. Let the customers eat them whole. They clearly don't appreciate being sliced.

I have to be back at work in an hour and had to come all the way home to change.

Thus, a warning. Leave your cherry tomatoes alone, folks.