I must have a sign on my forehead that says, “doesn’t have enough problems”… as if being short wasn’t enough! Yes, I wish I was a little bit taller, but I really, really wish I’d see poison ivy before I touch it. And then proceed to touch my ear. My eye. My other ear. But to be perfectly honest, I kind of think of it the same way I see sun tans (real ones, like, from the actual sun). A tan from the sun means your outside enjoying all outside has to offer. You get hot, you get sweaty, sometimes you get burned, but hey, you’re out there. You’re experiencing the marvelous wonder that is nature. Same with poison ivy. I was out there climbing through trees. I was helping my dogs track a mole. I was watching deer trot by. Given the opportunity to be outside on a nice day, don’t mind if I don’t!
Soon the itching will stop but one thing remains the same: cats really are the worst.