Yesterday, I cut the trunks of all the ivy which is throttling the sycamore tree at the bottom of our garden. Not that I have any great love for the water-guzzling sycamore, which was probably partly responsible for the death of one of our apple trees this year, but the ivy foliage is very thick and stops a significant amount of light from reaching our garden.
I felt very guilty killing the ivy, though. I’ve recently started killing flies and mosquitoes and, occasionally, moths. Which also makes me feel terrible. How dim is that?