Ironically, it's not like there's any shortage of marry-jee-wanna here. You can find it growing alongside any road.

One year, a ginormous plant turned up in Mom's garden. We kept trying to tell her what it was (some of us less emphatically than others, since I'm sure more than one of my siblings was thinking, Hey, free pot!), but she would have none of it. Apparently she believed it was some sort of flowering native corn, or a Triffid. And how could any of her children possibly know what the wacky weed looked like anyway? Finally my brother, Pete the Cop, explained that it was in fact a fine, six-foot example of the Scourge of Youth, and she should probably remove it before one of the neighbors turned her in.

As I recall, it required a neighbor with a handsaw to cut through the trunk.