There’s an apparently-eternal rose bush outside my childhood home. My parents wanted to change up the landscaping decades ago and have tried to remove it several times since. Each time, it sprouted back up.

My dad managed to dig it up from the root last time. Yet somehow, it still grew back!

I told them - clearly, this house does not and never has belonged to you. It belongs to this rose bush. It has decided that it lives here and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.