1) When I was a Boy Scout, one of my troopmates relieved himself in the woods, and , lacking paper (he was not Prepared), grabbed the nearest leaves; need I say more?
2) When i was Scoutmaster, I gathered the lads around me and pointed it out so they’d know what to avoid. The most annoying (by far; always sure he knew more than any adult) kid in the troop says “I can’t get it; see?” and, before I could stop him grabbed a handful and rubbed it all over his face. Does it make me a bad person that I was so happy he was wrong?
Two true stories about poison ivy:
1) When I was a Boy Scout, one of my troopmates relieved himself in the woods, and , lacking paper (he was not Prepared), grabbed the nearest leaves; need I say more?
2) When i was Scoutmaster, I gathered the lads around me and pointed it out so they’d know what to avoid. The most annoying (by far; always sure he knew more than any adult) kid in the troop says “I can’t get it; see?” and, before I could stop him grabbed a handful and rubbed it all over his face. Does it make me a bad person that I was so happy he was wrong?