My hatred of blackberries is unending. I’m angry enough that I have to mow the grass, but there is nothing I loathe more than having to regularly take a machete to the encroaching mass of thorny monsters that are invading my yard and attempting to make it uninhabitable by my children. If I was given the option to make any species of any living thing immediately extinct, I would choose blackberries without a moment’s hesitation, and then throw a party to celebrate the oppression I’ve been freed from.