If I had a nemesis, it'd have to be this little green flora...
I wonder if there's some kind of patron saint related to poison ivy. The way St. Patrick reputedly drove the snakes out of Ireland, maybe someone drove poison ivy out of Manhattan (most likely it was a result of over populating an island), out of...? I do not really know how many places in the world are truly poison-ivy free. But when one has a front and back yard rife with such stuff for the scratching and itching, one begins to wonder about such things.
And my urushiol phobia is not completely unfounded: CO2 levels have made the plant hardier and in some cases the oil, urushiol, more potent. Ugh.
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