My first summer job was picking figs in Fresno California back in 1966.
The heat was always over 100 degrees and you had to wear long sleeve shirts to ensure that the fig juice did not touch your skin.
My fellow workers were all grown men here illegally to try and support their families, and they hated me (and my best friend) because we were taking jobs from other illegals.
I lasted two days.
You could only get prisoners (which I support) or illegals to do this work.
We should arrest the illegals and have them work the fields until they are sent back to their homeland.
Detassling.