They look so harmless. Soft, fuzzy, lambs ears. Don’t let them fool you.
My noble Lambs-Ear-dividing self was going to correct the fact they are overgrown to the point of hanging out into the path by two feet.
I start on the other side of the path: digging up, pulling apart, setting aside clumps to replant. I have my handy trowel. I don’t wear gloves. I like dirt. Dirt is my friend.
After a few clumps come out, I notice a bit of stealthy scurrying. (This post is not for the bug phobic. If you are, stop here.)