Mint is an invasive plant. I love the cool fresh smell of it and the ability to make tea with it. And I refuse to be nice to it any more. I rip it out and plant in its place something else. I hope to give that new plant a head start on the mint, though the little feet of the mint may have remained. I pluck it out at every opportunity, because the new plants can't grow in its place. Without such ruthlessness, no other plant can grow. Mint is a rude, invasive and pushy herb. It wants it's way, which to me is to take over my garden. Nothing else will grow if mint has it's way. It knows no other way.
There are many invasive plants. I have had success in training some to their space, by ripping them out of the area of another plant. Always, I must be ruthless in pruning invasive plants. They are indifferent to nice. They think everything belongs to them. And I remind them that on this little patch of ground, they shall keep their phalanges to themselves or be ripped out again and again and again. I show no mercy, because keeping them out of mercy or niceness shows them hope of invasion. And honestly, I need space for other plants to grow.
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