Dear Family,Sometimes we try to be good little Samaritans and help this lady with her yard. Near the beginning of this transfer we helped D and the Elders move a giant heap of mushroom infested wood from the side of her house to the side of the road so a truck could take it away. It took forever, but the next day she came to church, and really really liked it. While she wanted to learn more, her current focus is cleaning up her old rundown house, so she can rent it out and move back to Chicago in a couple weeks. She's in way over her head. We were able to help again last Saturday, and while the Elders finished on the wood, Sister Welch tore out old fence posts, and I took clippers to millions of weeds n' things. That's the back-story.
On Saturday Sister Welch and I became fed-up with all the giant bug bites and patches of little bug bites all over our bodies. I bought new bug spray, thinking that maybe since the stuff we've been using was almost out it had lost it's effectiveness. As the day went on, we began wondering whether or not we actually had bed bugs or something else nasty, so while picking something up from a member's house, we had them inspect our diseased skin. After a few other theories, they finally landed on poison ivy. We had the pharmacist at Walmart take a gander, and the suspicion was confirmed. Poison ivy is the Devil's plant. Essentially we want to cheese grader our skin off. I've got lumpy bumps all over my legs and one of my arms, and now I have a bunch on my stomach too. We're now in the process of decontaminating our house, because in the morning I keep waking up with new bumps. I also wake up a bunch in the middle of the night and find myself scratching. Bad news. Leaves of three, leave it be (side note: I find the fact that poison ivy grows in everyone's yards here very disturbing. I find it even more disturbing that people live here anyway. At church everyone took turns laughing at us, and nodding sympathetically, while giving us home remedies. While we did not go so far as putting gasoline on our skin, we may have tried Comet... Desperate times call for desperate measures).