I removed the first "weed-like things" (as Mrs T called them) and startled a giant beetle that promptly went into attack mode. My subdued exclamation and dignified requests for it to retreat (no, I did not yelp and flail, Your Honour, definitely not) were met with disdain, so I stepped back and waited for the beetle to remove itself.
I now remember why I never liked the outdoors much.
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