Bane & Nemeses

I wonder if it's just a peculiar quirk of my personality, but I have a new bane of my existence. Last summer was "Apocalypse 'Boo" in which our heroine valiantly tried to fend off the invading hordes of bamboo, ultimately having to call in the cavalry to eliminate it once and for all. This summer? Well, this summer it's the damn bermuda grass. It's invading the beds I'm trying to build out back--faster than I can layer the mulches and manures, before I can get the stone to create a proper "moat" to keep it out. It's creeping into the veggie garden, popping up in the herb bed, and running wild behind the bamboo barrier where it's useless to try and control anything at all. And now it's getting too hot to do any hard labor outside, while the bermuda is in its evil element...it's taunting me, I can hear it... So, I wonder, is it just the way of things--that I must have a nemesis to fight? I guess I need more Buddhism. Paging Boddhisatva, we need some non-attachment, STAT! Also, for those of you keeping score, the tomato bounty is up to three bowls of various stages of ripeness on the kitchen table. Mmmm...