For this reason, I don't know why I bother with things like dandelions. They seem to crop up everywhere, and the latest place is each and every crack of our back patio. They're heaving the paver bricks up and out, and trying to pull the beasts merely results in a handful of leaves, with the stubborn taproot still firmly in place, under the patio.
Since today seems like it will be the last of our unseasonably warm days, I've relocated myself out onto the patio, which is what makes me think of it. Posting a picture feels like one of those ads for Fosters beer.
(Australian for Home Office)