These were growing outside my bedroom window:
I pulled them out:
I’m not much of a physical gardener of plants, but I find that pulling weeds can be delightful. Getting down to them is an effort, but the satisfying crunch they make sometimes can be deeply satisfying.
I’m always disappointed when they snap.
I prefer that long uprooting where you know through the bones in your arm that you got all of the weed out.