Shirley, my garden “Mama” reminds me every day to go out and kick down the bamboo invading my garden.
It’s like a purge this time of the year, as its ugly fingers seek to consume any space in its path. It runs two miles an hour easy!
The bamboo was the gift of a former neighbor who planted it along the border between my house and hers. What was she thinking? She’s gone, but her bamboo is eating me alive.
This stuff travels under ground and pops up miles away – eating up the very little real estate that I own.
I could throw salt on it, but hate to kill its kinder neighbors.
It lends new meaning to the word “aggressive.” One stalk grew five feet since yesterday morning!
If anyone knows how to get rid of this stuff, please let me know.