I love this comic and on occasion they can hit pretty close to home but this one...happened to me at summer camp in 2nd grade almost verbatim, except instead of eating it I rubbed it all over my face. The next day my friend Mike was totally fine as it actually didn't effect him and I couldn't open my eyelids for a week.
You know, if only they had some sort of picture-locating type thingy... Like, like, A MAP! Then they could find an appropriate place to puke their guts out.
When I was younger I was immune to Poison Ivy.
I know this for sure, because I decided to 'prove' it in an insanely stupid and dangerous way during a boy scout's trip.
I ate a small piece of it.
Have you ever heard the sage advice not to burn poison ivy in a fire? That's because if you inhale the smoke of burned poison ivy you'll get a reaction inside. Unlike outside, where your skin acts as a barrier to all your important bits, an internal reaction can very easily cut off your breathing and kill you. Naturally, the same thing can happen if you "get" poison ivy at all and eat a piece of it.
Fortunately, I was right that I didn't get it, and live to tell the tale of just how stupid I was. Apparently poison ivy is one of those things that you can change sensitivity to over the years (almost always changing to be 'more sensitive' than other way round) so I will not be testing that theory that way again.
Reminds me of the time in scout camp where we decided to find our own sledding hill (there was an official one). We went into the woods, climbed up and up and up and THERE IT WAS. Perfect. Gigantic.
...and full of hidden rocks, under the snow. I went down first, on a plastic dish sled. It was so steep and I went down so fast that no one heard my cries of pain or saw the giant hole broken into the bottom of the sled when I went down. I waved to them when I got to the bottom, but no one understood that as a "DON'T COME DOWN!!" wave, so down they came, one by one.
I was one of two older kids (so technically in charge) and I apologized to the obviously in pain kids, but....no one admitted to the pain. They were so adamant against there actually being any problems with the hill, that they went down AGAIN. A second broken sled (and my mild obligation as a sort-of leader and second oldest kid) eventually convinced them to go back to the official hill.
I was a councilor at several summer camps. One in particular, the campers snuck into the staff bathrooms and rubbed poison oak all over the toilet seats. That was a rough week. Even with the steroid injections.
Ha - this reminds me of a story of my grandfather. He was immune to poison ivy and took delight in rubbing it on himself to prove his 'genetic superiority' (semi-sarcastically). Then he moved down to Arkansas in retirement and did the same thing... it turns out poison ivy in Arkansas is significantly different. :P
If only Seventeen was there. She's the resident expert* on herbal medicine. Just ask Malachi!
*This is not a claim of actual expertise or education. See Malachi and/or Brian for details. Some dying may occur. Not responsible for lost or missing gastrointestinal contents. Consult at your own risk. May contain nuts.
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(dual parody title folks)
I know this for sure, because I decided to 'prove' it in an insanely stupid and dangerous way during a boy scout's trip.
I ate a small piece of it.
Have you ever heard the sage advice not to burn poison ivy in a fire? That's because if you inhale the smoke of burned poison ivy you'll get a reaction inside. Unlike outside, where your skin acts as a barrier to all your important bits, an internal reaction can very easily cut off your breathing and kill you. Naturally, the same thing can happen if you "get" poison ivy at all and eat a piece of it.
Fortunately, I was right that I didn't get it, and live to tell the tale of just how stupid I was. Apparently poison ivy is one of those things that you can change sensitivity to over the years (almost always changing to be 'more sensitive' than other way round) so I will not be testing that theory that way again.
...and full of hidden rocks, under the snow. I went down first, on a plastic dish sled. It was so steep and I went down so fast that no one heard my cries of pain or saw the giant hole broken into the bottom of the sled when I went down. I waved to them when I got to the bottom, but no one understood that as a "DON'T COME DOWN!!" wave, so down they came, one by one.
I was one of two older kids (so technically in charge) and I apologized to the obviously in pain kids, but....no one admitted to the pain. They were so adamant against there actually being any problems with the hill, that they went down AGAIN. A second broken sled (and my mild obligation as a sort-of leader and second oldest kid) eventually convinced them to go back to the official hill.
They needed to bulk up so they could beat the crap out of the campers.
*This is not a claim of actual expertise or education. See Malachi and/or Brian for details. Some dying may occur. Not responsible for lost or missing gastrointestinal contents. Consult at your own risk. May contain nuts.