Raking Leaves, Tearing Bushes

Dad's playing Pikmin.
Carson's doing homework, Mom's helping him.

Started to tear out the.... bush.. At about 4:30 PM.. Pulled out the vines and pulled it apart with my rubber gloves. It came out with a deft tug, unraveling in long pieces. A tangle. Sharp dry and dusty vines. We whack it with a broom over and over. Leaves fall to litter around the little garden. Slowly we can see holes through the tangle of branch and vine in front of the porch. I find two nests in the mass.
Still it stands, because it got dark out before I could master the monster of tumbleweeds.
We plan to replace it with something that looks more alive. The bush is still alive, but it has a thin layer of leaves, behind that is a tangle of dark brown twigs and vine.. and that's it. No flowers, very thin leaves, and not many. It's our 'privacy' for the porch. It blocks off view of the porch from neighbors and passerbys. I think the lack of privacy of the porch for a month for the sake of something to look at that's not so dead and dull is much worth it.

I raked the leaves earlier. All the worms that hid beneath the rotting leaves, a feast, were uncovered. I paused to bend over, unglove my hand and attempt to lift the worms to save them from the merciless rake.
I found a caterpillar, an earthworm, albino worms, worms, a potato bug, and a ladybug.
I carefully raked when I came close to the garden or the edge of grass, giving them time to escape.
I was wearing my Vans shoes (comfy), my green jacket, a blue tshirt, my moss-green skirt, and corduroy jeans.