Every year they come back. Thinner, yes, in the areas that I’ve dug, but still they come back. It’s work to dig them up, and you have to get as much of the roots as you can. Meanwhile your mind is filling with fantasties of evil alien brains interconnecting under the soil and plotting to fill more space with tangled vines. The one small comfort is digging them up works. It’s a long war, but year by year, I edge them back.
Have at you!