Sarah managed to contract quite the case of poison ivy over the last couple of weeks. I heard rumors of what sounded an awful lot like spelunking through a poison-ivy infested ravine. In shorts. So she’s tried a number of things and it is getting better, but Dad brought this relic of medicine down from Grandma’s house yesterday. The instructions on the back of the canister are a riot. How things change. My, oh my. I love the warning about the open flame.