Leave them be.
And no kids, it’s not a pot plant. It’s poison ivy.
Did your Mom ever share that little summer haiku with you? Growing up, every summer we took this simple “poison ivy” tutorial.
Can you spot the three leaves? Can you manage to stay away from it? And when you inevitably get it, will you be able to put the calamine on without getting it all over the place?
And every summer without fail, Meg would end up with poison ivy.
She remembers her first encounter was somewhere in early grade school, where it spectacularly covered her backside. I believe the only cure for that was to spend copious amounts of time at the beach, as salt water was one of the “cures”.
The second time she got it Meg and her friends were out riding bikes and tromping through the woods by a creek on a sunny weekend day. She went to school on Monday with a lopsided face, which was SO COOL in the sixth grade. She ended up going to the doctor and getting steroids, and hiding behind the largest books she could find in her desk at school.
Later down the road, say around 16 or so, she got it again on her face, and we think this time it might have been picked up from the cat. Or possibly just LOOKING at it, because now there was a common theme running through each summer, which included a messy red rash that took WEEKS to go away.
When Meg and her husband bought their last house, the yard was infested with poison ivy, and yes, you guessed it, she got it once again. Not only was the “leaves of three” saying burned into her memory bank, she now understood you could get it in March, just from cutting the brush.
So, when Mama Kat asked her readers to write about the summer trouble they got into, Meg could think of no better subject than her good friend the poison ivy plant.
Meg was wondering about other home remedies for poison ivy her readers were subjected to, because to this day the smell of calamine lotion makes her itch, even without a case of poison ivy.