A consolation for Cameron, for Mary Caperton Morton, and for so many of us: at least the bugger can’t fly.
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Abstruse Goose: Consolation
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Maybe the bugger can’t fly, but you know what? It can rub up against a dying tree and then slink away. When the tree falls down, poison ivy’s oils just sit there waiting for a fool like me to come along and spend a day in close contact while making little logs out of big ones. Not a pretty aftermath.
Oh poor Geezer. I’ve had bad cases of poison ivy too and I do sympathize. Seems to make it worse when you think about how it didn’t come to you, you went to it.