Our house came with wisteria plant preinstalled. Like all craplets it looked useful at first, climbing up the tressles, providing a touch of class and some handy shade. It looked good ant served a function. Little did I know…
The problem with wisteria is that it grows. As it grows, it loses the refined and cultured appearance, turning the previously elegant pergola into an overgrown mess. Trim it you say? The stuff grows faster than a crowd at a highschool fight. Trim it and it’s back the next day. It’s like the scene in X-men 3 when Wolverine is fighting that guy whose arms keep growing back.
Since the control of wisteria requires a dedication far greater than my laziness allows, this summer I decided to kill the monster. It was a difficult decision, but was the only way I could ensure escape from the beast that had tortured me for years. This was my chance for freedom.
I set to work with my trusty pruning shears and saw. I hacked, and chopped and sweated from sunrise to sunset for days on end. My muscles ached, back hurt, and I’d developed something they call “blisters”. But it was worth the effort. Eventually that wisteria plant was nothing but a stump. I WAS FREE! THE WISTERIA WAS GONE!
To ensure this freedom remained, I poisoned the stump with weed killer. Twice. And then I slept, sound in the knowledge that I would never be bothered by wisteria again.
A peaceful two weeks ensued. Everything was sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. Until this morning. I was in the garden, and what did I see? A stump covered in fresh leaves and sprouts. The devil plant still lives. The nightmare continues.
How do you kill a wisteria plant? I’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t. I think I’ll just move.