[technothrasher]

I'm waging a constant war on my property with Oriental Bittersweet. It can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with... it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear... and it absolutely will not stop. Ever. Until you are dead.

My parents, on the other hand, thought it might be fun to plant a little bamboo patch about twenty years ago. They now have an entirely uncontrollable forest of the stuff.

[Arrath]

A friend of mine lived in a house where the previous owner had struggled with bamboo. In some frantic, mad, last ditch effort they mixed some concrete and poured a half-assed slab over the bamboo stubs.

This did not at all work, as the bamboo grew back and broke through the concrete as needed, effectively becoming an armored rootball of hate.