I thought I had beaten the odds of contracting poison ivy at the cabin. I'm not sure why I believed this, considering the island is eighty percent poison ivy and I ran around in shorts and no shoes. What I thought were left over mosquito bites have turned in to gross, fluidy blisters. I only have a few on my legs and I'm hoping it will stay that way because I don't want to look all disfigured like Art, who has them all over his arms and legs.
Good think I loaded up on Caladryl (although Art seems to be 'too manly' to cover himself in pink paste).
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