The first year my dad planted zucchini, he had NO idea how much a vine produced. My mom found many recipes for zucchini; we tried literally half a dozen recipes for jam. I quickly learned to hate zucchini,.when working in pasta sauce one can only give away so many sauces or salsa.
My dad missed one in the middle of the patch, and it grew to about 8 lbs. He brought it up to the house to show the family. It was woody and fibrous and inedible. At that time I was into Agatha Christie mysteries and thought about writing "Murder by Zucchini", where the murder weapon is disposed of by eating it.
There is "too much of a good thing".