Mercy, I got hit by the poison ivy something fierce this weekend. Serves me right for doing some course checkpoint confirmations in sandals and shorts. Mix in the fact I didn't use bug spray and I was a beacon for chiggers, flies, mosquitoes, etc. Not the smartest couple hours I've ever spent outside . . .
My legs look like a war zone now, and the subtle smell of
Tecnu Calagel follows me around. I'm fighting the urge to frantically scratch my legs as I type this in -- hold on -- ah, temporary relief. I know, the more I scratch the worse it gets (hopefully not
eczema bad)
, but I really can't control myself.
This reminds me of a piece by
NPR on poison ivy and global warming; all I can say is that there must be tons of carbon dioxide on the Eastern Shore of Virginia!