Baron Harkonnen-level poison ivy! EEEEEP. (I didn't have a defined rash; it was winter in Missouri, and I was sitting in a hole from which a tree had been removed in a nursery field, mostly bundled up and peacefully reading a book. My face swelled up like a balloon, but the doctor took one look and said it was poison ivy. Vile sneaky stuff.)

Here's to the lack of return of the rash.

P.