It itches. Oh, sweet merciful moo gods how it itches. Part of the quaranteening procedure has been to keep the known patches of ivy on my skin totally covered at all times. That means gauze and paper tape. That means whenever I move my arms or torso, the skin around the poison ivy is stretched, and I'm reminded that it's there, and it gets all itchy. Someone have mercy on my poor pathetic soul. I hate plants. I hate all plants with a burning passion. I am becoming a vegitarian. My only comfort comes from periodically checking the patches. It may itch like come crazed demonic acid is boiling away at my skin, but it looks so cool! All bumpy and pink. That, and very oily. Sources have informed me that it is the oil from the poison ivy sitting on my skin that is causing the iritation and the spreading. The next scientific project? Trying to remove the oil with tape! Stay tuned!
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