Perhaps I'm overly sensitive. I don't like wasting the extra seedlings. If I pull them out instead of pinching them off, I fret about the surviving fittest, that I might have unduly disturbed its soil. So I carefully pat the soil and water it at the base. I don't spray because the blast might knock over the skinny tender stem.
"You could put them in a salad," says Virginia.
You know? She's right.
(If you click on the picture, you might notice the seedlings leaning toward the window. Tomorrow, if I remember, I'll turn the tray around so they'll get to lean the other way. And so on, every few days.)