I was pulling up weeds yesterday. It was a ivy vine. The vine must have flippin 40 feet i nto the ground. I finally got it done but totally destroyed half the yard in the process. ¯\(°_o)/¯ Anyway, I was sitting on my balcony, facing the backyard, and I happened to have a bad day.
I went to look at the wall and here's a stupid baby vine creepin' up the wall again. I swear at that point I wanted to take a rake er SOMETHING and start stabbing it where that root was. I'm like... I can't get a break, this isn't my day, this bloody plant has friends and the friends have kids.

And yet, I'm over it.