I had a wisteria in my garden and it grew and grew and grew. It climbed over the wires and probably had an attack of claustraphobia as it began to climb upwards to the neighbour’s balcony above. She was thrilled and found it lovely, but I had to warn her and I cut it away. Wisteria have the habit of completely covering the walls of a house, no matter how high, and we live in a ground floor appartment.
One day we decided the wisteria must go, as it was threatening to take over the garden and sprouting in places where it should not sprout. The gardener arrived and removed everything. Three months later it was growing again in a different place. It was like the invasion of the wisteria body snatchers. I cut it down after a short fight and have never seen it since, but I am convinced it is still waiting somewhere in the depths.