Oh. Mah. God.

I apparently mark the beginning of summer with poison ivy outbreak or four.

It's a total mystery to me where I pick it up. I don't really have it growing out back. Actually I did have one tiny plant I killed when I first spotted it several weeks back. But I don't roll around in it, nor have I even walked through it this spring.

I *have* walked near it. But come on. The urishiol doesn't fly around or anything.

My sweet little neckie and knuckles? Please feel better, ittle schnookums.

(N.B. The photo is from last year--the back of my knee. After I took the picture it continued to develop until the two patches met. Let's hope that doesn't happen again.