Personally, I don’t have a problem with guava, the fruit, but I do
have had one with guava, the tree. I was running down a sidewalk last week littered with dead guava and it reminded me of how glad I am that I went Falling Down on the guava tree in my own back yard. In my head I blew it up but in reality I ordered my assistant to call a landscaper and have it cut down within the hour.
Gawwwwly, they’re messy little trees and their rotten fruit stains my patio bricks. Sometimes they’re a symbol of things that need to come to an end, a rectification or even an internal “you’re not the boss of me” so I killed the guava tree to prove I was the queen of my own castle.
RIP you effing guava tree 1998-2015. I win.