Weeds

Today I finally did some painting in the garage. (More on that later.) Before cleaning all the paint off my arms and legs and hair (I have bad aim), I decided to spend a couple of minutes pulling the most obnoxious of the weeds in the front yard.

... an hour later:

I'm not even sure these photos do the size of the weed pile justice. It was huge. 

There's now some competition for my least favorite kind of weed. It used to be an easy pick - these nasty thistly-looking ones that break off in your hand when you try to pull them. Jerks. Today I discovered some other really nasty ones, though. They look sort of innocent and grassy, but they have lots of very fine, far-reaching roots, so when you pull them, a huge clod of dirt comes up with them. Do not want.