I am 95% sure I have poison ivy. Either that, or I have SEVERAL weird bug bites that are reproducing by themselves on my body. Asexual bug bites, if you will.
I am blaming Kenny and I’s weekend foray into the forest for this one–we needed firewood for our daily diet of s’mores. He wielded the ax while I apparently wrestled poisonous plants.
Goal for this round of poison ivy: to not get it on my eyelids. That’s not too much to ask, right?