Legal Status As Noxious Weed
Although previously cultivated as a decorative plant in gardens, particularly valued in xeriscaping in dry areas, myrtle spurge is now recognized as noxious, and is invasive in some regions. Its cultivation is illegal in the U.S. state of Colorado; indeed, Colorado has classified myrtle spurge as a Class A noxious weed -- any landowner with myrtle spurge is legally required to eradicate it.
Myrtle spurge is also classified as a noxious weed in the U.S. state of Oregon, subject to quarantine. In August of 2007, it was listed as a noxious weed in Salt Lake County, Utah and since then has been illegal for sale within that county. Salt Lake County landowners and land managers are legally responsible to contain, control or eradicate the spread of this species on their property. The Utah Native Plant Society has also formally recommended it be listed as a Utah state noxious weed.
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