The only chore I really hated was back in my youth. My dad was too cheap to pay for a hookup to the sewer so every year, the 'chore' would alternate between my brother and myself. The chore consisted of digging a 3' square hole about 4 feet deep whenever the lemon tree produced some really big, beautiful lemons. That was the signal that the septic tank was overfilling. The only upside were the neighbors who liked lemons. Maybe that's why I don't care for them.