Sweet Potatoe Plant.

One day a couple months ago, J had the bright idea to plant some sweet potatoes in our front yard, and not too long after, cute little green buds started popping out of the ground.



We both fancied J to be the greatest gardener of all time and that we’d have homegrown organic sweet potatoes to eat by winter time. We imagined all the people we’d have over and all the times we’d relish saying “oh these sweet potatoes? These are organic and homegrown right from our front yard” and all the compliments that would be showered upon us. To our delight, the sweet potato plant continued to grow, and fast.

And then they grew past the point of visual attractiveness… and wouldn’t stop.



Suddenly it wasn’t “J’s cute little sweet potato plant” anymore but more like “The giant prehistoric zombie bush plant from hell” spreading it’s evil mutant vines all over our entry gate, and I’ve watched enough freaky man-eating plant movies (don’t ask) to know that this plant’s exact intent was to take over our front yard, break into our house via cracks, grow inside all the walls and break through into our second floor bedrooms to strangle us in our sleep.


It is time for this plant to go.