Like I wrote in my novel MB, I feel like there’s always something trying to kill you in life. Math tests, people who steal left shoes and fluffy dogs that don’t wish to be petted. How humans have survived for so long, I don’t know. And then there’s poison ivy, of course.
“Leaves of three, leave it be,” as the saying goes. Or in my case “Leaves of three, have at thee. I’ll tear you limb from limb and send you back to whence you came–the dark, deep pits of Hades! Die, you fiend, you brute! Die, die, die!”
I cackled this in my yard, holding a vine up in victory whilst I scurried through the undergrowth behind my shed. The neighbors don’t wish to comment on my antics; I’ve asked and their lawyers answered. Ahem.
A late evening visit to a doctor later, I should be on the mend in a few days. Because I got a shot, I bought myself a Gumby and Pokey toy. Have you tangled with this vine of sorcery yourself? We’re old enemies who met again after many years. Let me know in the comments below. Until then, take care.
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