This past summer I was preparing to travel abroad, and the night before my flight I was checking our delivery box on our driveway when I felt something brushing against my ankles. It was totally dark in the heavily wooded area in which we live, so I used my phone to illuminate the ground and saw that I was standing in a large expanse of poison ivy.
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