Digging for a good story
It's not like I don't know I'm allergic to the stuff. I've had my share of encounters with poison ivy and I guess that's why this particular incident really got me. I needed to dig this hole for a post. After careful checking, the brush looked clear of any poison ivy, so I pulled out my shovel and began digging. Once the hole was deep enough, I needed to scoop out all the loose dirt the shovel wasn't getting. So, I rolled up my sleeves, knelt down and began scooping out the dirt. Like making the perfect hole to bury treasure, I cleaned the sides and the bottom of the hole of all loose dirt, scraping the sides with my hands and arms to remove any remaining loose dirt. There were a few stray roots, so I yanked those out as well.
Help me avoid their stupid mistake -
Get me a Coupon
Posts in, task done, I headed back to my trusty RV. Kicking my feet up, it was great to relax after some hard work. That is when I started to notice the redness and felt the excruciating itch. I finally figured those roots must have been from a poison ivy plant that had been cut down. All that hand digging gave those roots plenty of time to rub against my arms. Can you believe I took this photo before it got really bad?
That's my story. What's yours?



