If you ever grew up in the south with a Granny that had a Fig tree, you would cut it down too. And everybodies Granny had one. If you had cake,ice cream, toast anything that was supposed to be remotely good, it had fig sugar syrup, fig spread, or jam or some other fig concoction on it. Nothing worse than perfectly good , Vanilla ice cream with piles of figs and syrup dumped on it. And you had to eat it because Granny made it.