And the darn stuff lasts for years, underground, making digging and planting a real adventure. The previous owners of our farm had weed block fabric in front of the walkway leading to the front door. Twelve years later I'm still picking up bits and pieces, rags and tatters of that darn fabric! Dichondra, my deepest sympathies. Have you thought of driving by the previous owners new home and shooting out the porch light?