The pumpkin vine that ate my garden

I had originally thought I would head South and leave that picture of Diva Dog and Z. to hold the fort for a week. But upon reflection in the sober light of day, that seems a little melodramatic. So here are some garden shots. Not that these vines aren't melodramatic, but more in a John Waters kind of a way. I think I'll pull a couple-three of them before we go so we still have some tomatoes left by the time we get back. The cardboard on the ground is actually a mulching strategy. We have a lot of cardboard, and we're not too proud to use it.
Can you spot Z.? (Hint: she's the one with a binky in her mouth.) Don't you think t-shirt and diaper is the way to go in summertime? We're going to be doing intensive potty-training the next few days in Maryland, so I think it will just be t-shirt, full-stop for awhile when we're down there. Z. is regarding us with long, long stares when we raise this whole topic with her. But I'll be damned if I buy a set of extra-large Fuzzi Bunz, which is the way things are going if we don't get serious about this.

And hey, do you see that little sunflowery-looking biter--okay, more of a evil rudbeckia maybe--in between the pumpkin leaves trailing on the cardboard in the foreground of that picture? If anyone knows what that is, please tell me. (Niobe, I know I still owe you a shot of goutweed--it's been a little crazy around here during picture-taking hours.)

Also, a recipe:

Limeade:

1/2 c. fresh-squeezed lime juice (between 3 and 5 limes)
1/2 c. sugar
1 litre raspberry seltzer
water to fill up the rest of a one-quart (8 cup) pitcher

mix it all up and refrigerate (don't you think there should be a "d" in that word? I sure do.)
When we tear out of here tomorrow afternoon there will be no internet for me til the 4th--and I'm hoping I'm so cleansed and detoxed by then that I can just say no til we get back. So see you on the ninth or thereabouts.