Apparently I've come down with the botanical equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome. Yesterday Jeff and I went out driving -- half errand-running, half
exploring our new environs -- and at one point, I think in either the
town of Stockbridge or Lithonia, we drove down a two-lane road flanked
by thick greenery on both sides. As we made our way down that road I
thought something felt "off" about it, but I needed a couple of
minutes to pin it down: none
of that green stuff was kudzu.
So, yeah: it took barely two weeks for me to feel freaked out by the sight of a normal
variety of flora not
being choked to death by an alien-invader vine.