Margie's friend (crush) and our co-worker, Dr. Ethan, comes back from a meeting concerning methods of dealing with non-native species, of which Margie laments...
"I just don't understand why these people hate plants."Dr. Ethan walks away.
"Not plants, invasives."
"Oh. But it's the same. Killing plants. Killing animals."
"It would be terrible if I was sent back to Warsaw."
"Shipped back to where my family's from."
Dr. Ethan is a plant killer disguised as a plant lover! How dare he support the discriminate killing of certain species? Haven't they by evolutionary development earned their right to live? Just because humans brought over some non-native plant doesn't mean their descendants should have to pay the price. That price being their life!
I keep trying to tell Margie that she should forget about Dr. Ethan; he'll never change. He'll always blindly champion for the indigenous species. Six hundred years ago he'd be one to save Native American lives and go around exterminating the"non-native" explorers who were only searching for freedom.
That's all kudzu is trying to do: search for freedom from a topsy-turvy home life in the Orient. Brangelina would save kudzu.
E. Lazarus' words say it best:
Give me your natives, good and poor,America.
Your tangled masses of kudzu and salt cedar tree,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, phragmites and loosetrife to me,
I tip my hat to those whom plants mean more