Our house has two pink crape myrtles beside the garage. Normally, they don't bother me.
About three weeks ago, I was having a really bad day. When I got home, the children had tracked the pink bloomy things that fall off the trees all over the house. This was not the first time I had to sweep up 14 metric tons of bloomy things. I'd been sweeping them up twice a day for weeks. Even Roomba can't keep up with all that gets tracked in.
So in a fit of frustration, I looked over at my husband and shouted, "Either the crape myrtles die or I die. Take your pick!"
No less than 30 seconds later, my poor husband was out in the extreme heat with a saw. No less than 5 minutes later, the trees were cut down and in the bed of his truck out of my sight.
Maybe I over reacted....