Gee, the poison ivy sure is pretty this time of year. That's one thing I have trouble adjusting to up here. Where I come from, we didn't have any poison ivy or ticks. When we walk down along the river, the entire understory in the woods is poison ivy. It freaks me out just a little bit. After working on it for a while last weekend, Nikki was able to correctly identify poison ivy a few times today. Boy, am I proud.
I have reason to believe that I'm not susceptible to poison ivy. When I worked as a landscaper, I once cleared poison ivy off a lot with a weedeater, and I didn't itch afterward. You know how everything gets shredded and thrown around when you're using a weedeater, how could it not have gotten on me? I'm often tempted to do a controlled experiment and smear a leaf on my arm or something, just to settle the issue. Tempted, but not quite brave enough yet.
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