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Pupster, that is so wrong. My horse likes to sleep laying down. One night I saw a lump on his side, “what the heck is that a tumor or something?”

Meow.

Oh, that’s so wrong, how could you guys do that?

Hey, what do you know, you can milk a cat!

Allen, I gotta believe that the horse nursing from a cat would be much more disturbing. For all parties involved or watching.

Weas, poison oak is the easiest thing in the world to recognize. Why couldn’t y’all have that around instead of this sneaky poison ivy stuff? How much longer do you think you’ll be in this benadryl coma? Weas? Hey Weas, wake up! I’m trying to ask you a question here…! Nevermind.

(somebody get the permanent markers and hair dye while she’s out for the count…shhhhhhhh)

Awesome cat armor.

I am so creeped out by that horse and cat story, Allen. When I was a kid, we kept a kitten from one litter who grew to robust adulthood and refused to be weaned. He used to chase his mama down, knock her over and go up one side and down the next until he drank her dry.

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TRM sent me to a page of home remedies. I didn’t have the stones to rub Clorox on this stuff, but I’m trying the wet table salt. At least on a couple of patches. I’m amazed; it seems to be working.

And now I can use the expression “rub salt in your wounds” from a position of authority.

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Weasel, in my experience if you’re around animals a lot you see just as much weird shit as you see people doing.

Another home remedy for rashes is making a tea out of tobacco. You then soak a cloth and wrap it around the rash. The sweet nicotine rush doesn’t hurt either. Hey, that’s the first job I ever had, pickin’ backy. First day forgot my gloves, dude you are sooooo high.

All the home remedies on that list have two things in common: they sting, and they demoisturize. Both of which would help both the itch and the spread. Anyhow, this is better. I’m going to strip down for my Sunday Night Extra Special Clearn-yer-Weasel Shower and rub salt in the rest of my wounds.

Dad told me when I visited a few weekends ago what Great Granddad’s remedy was for poison oak after he started getting it. Scrub the hell out of it and pour straight bleach on it.

Brrrrrrrrrr.

That was on the list. And sandpaper. And acetone. I’ve been using that alcohol hand sanitizer stuff to good effect. Sting, dry and bonus if you pop the lesions.

The glorious thing about the salt is that you get to do the one thing you’re most not supposed to and give it a good, hard scratch. It hurts, but it feels wonderful, too.

You poor mustelid. Benadryl, stat!

Allen… seriously, you get the nicotine through your hands like that?

Rub some dirt in it!

(and keep in mind my rec on the prednisone if it spreads on ya goober).

Here are some interesting tidbits about treatment. Scroll or click on number 8.

http ://waynesword.palomar.edu/ww0802.htm

I’m thankful to say, Dave, that it has NOT spread to my goober. But it got mighty close there. MIGHTY close.

LK, oh yeah, nicotine is toxic as hell and there is even a disease associated with people who have too much backy exposure.

I heard about a murder once where the victim was slipped some pure nicotine. The perp was caught I think. “I know he was a smoker but he didn’t smoke 10 gazillion cigarettes in one hour.” Said the police.

Here’s a pdf, which goes along with Weasel’s poison ivy ( Blog, check)

http://www.migrantclinician.org/_resources/10_Tobacco_1_irritants.pdf

Lots of drugs will suck right into your skin. ‘S’how Hoffman discovered LSD.

In ‘the olden days’ (ie 50 years ago) when everyone smoked, gardeners used to save their cigarette ends, boil them up to make a toxic broth and then let the fumes loose in the greenhouse.

It used to klll any living organism inside (except plants), but including gardeners, if they didn’t get out in time.

Speaking of nicotine, one of my perfessers was Frank Etscorn (invented the nicotine patch). Don’t mind that experimental psychology business.

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“I thought of it while I was vomiting…” How cool is that?

I love to hike but I wouldn’t set foot in the Rhode Island woods.

Most of my travels take me through or around R.I. The one time I actually went to Rhode Island to visit someone, the poison ivy vines crawling up everything standing looked like a toxic version of kudzu in the South. I decided that hiking was not on the agenda that weekend. I’ll stick to Maine, thank you. At least here all you have to worry about is hypothermia.

When I was a kid, the cure for poison ivy was a good washing with brown soap (Fels Naptha), since the reaction is to the oils in the plant, not the blisters that result. The formula for Fels Naptha has since changed to make it less harsh; I dunno how effective it is now.

Hope you recover soon, Weasel. My memories of the rash still haunt me more’n fifty years later.

There was an interesting assassin’s tool in Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle trilogy. They used a knife blade coated in nicotine.
Yeah, the skin is some unusual stuff. Ask Jimi Hendrix (oops, you can’t) about his LSD in his sweatband.

I just wasn’t aware that picking the tobacco would expose you to so much through your hands. And, Uncle B. that sounds like a really nasty way to go. Wonder how you knew it was safe to return… shove a canary inside?

Allen, your professor is an unusual fellow. Usually when vomiting my thoughts are confined to “Crap. Here come my toenails…”

Oh, in Victorian times it was easy, LK – the head gardener would send an apprentice in. Plenty more where they came from 😉

Actual conversation between me and a guy:

Me: So, why do they dress those Olympic beach volleyball girls in those skimpy bikinis? I can see their asses! That’s ridiculous! There’s no sun, and more importantly, no beach! It’s f’ing Beijing for crying out loud! What do the guys wear? I thought these women were athletes who wanted to be taken seriously.

Guy: Not sure, but the guys probably wear those long Bermuda-ish shorts.

Me: That’s so sexist. The guys should wear Speedos.

Guy: The women wear really skimpy bikinis? Really?

Me: Yeah, REALLY.

Guy: I’ll have to look that up on the internet. For research purposes, only.

Me: Uh huh.

Guy: Oh, by the way, I was cutting hot peppers for soup and then I went to the bathroom.

Me: So, you got hot pepper juice…

Guy: Yeah. I got hot pepper juice on my peep. It burns.

Me: Really. You didn’t wash your hands first.

Guy: Uh, no.

Me: That was pretty stupid. Did you wash them afterwards? Sheesh…

Guy: Of course I did.

Me: And it still burns now?

Guy: (shifts uncomfortably) Yeah.

Me: You go ahead and look up those beach volleyball girls. Let me know how that works for you.

By the way, that was a guy I know extremely well.

If he wasn’t before, he would be now.

I was rather thinking that might not be some random stranger walking up to you Jill.

Jill, when I was a swimmer one of the guys put heat-rub cream in my speedos. I was getting pretty awfully uncomfortable when the coach (who must’ve known) asked me if I wanted to get in the water.

“Yes, Coach!!!” (splash)

Stoaty, Allen, LK…he’s so smart but he can be SO stupid. 🙂

Maybe he’ll start his own festival…call it Burning Peep…

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this week’s toon is Gummy Bear Graveyard.
Classic toon is “Small Medium Large” in the archive under ‘toons’.

All hail the cult of Foamy, and beware his Squirrelly wrath…. 🙂