I'm a fruit that's lived on for ages. I'm picked from a tree - but avoid my sap, or I'll irritate for free. Wasps used to lay eggs in me, that's how I got fertile. Now commercialization has changed that - unless you eat from the wild.

I’m the edge of the street where your journey might pause, A place to look both ways, find adventure's cause.

I have hundreds of teeth but cannot bite. I am shattered into pieces before I am whole, And the more of me you find, the less of a gap remains.