Morning Glory, Why Are You Such a Jerk?

In my old neighborhood, I used to walk my doggie past a lovely old white farmhouse, whose white picket fence supported beautiful morning glories all through the summer. What lovely old-fashioned flowers, I thought each time I passed. In the back of my mind, I added morning glory to the list of flowers I'd like in my own yard someday.

Fast-forward to now. I've changed my mind. Be careful what you wish for.

Hey!

MORNING GLORY! What are you doing? Where did you come from? And why are you trying to smother all the shrubs and flowers? Leave my yellow rose alone!

This is our fourth summer here in our little blue house, but this little minx only showed up for the first time last summer. No, I did not plant it. It appears to originate from the other side of the chainlink fence that divides our front yard from our neighbor's driveway. Not satisfied to occupy the inch of ground between the fence and the blacktop on its own property, it has decided to invade my beds and entangle itself in every other growing thing. It's certainly taken advantage of the fact that I haven't had time to give proper attention to the yard this summer.

Alas for the morning glory, its reign of terror is now being brought to an end.

Who's sorry now, Morning Glory?