I always thought Poison Ivy Oil would be better in Pepper Spray or in a Smoker. What's worse, in your eyes or in your lungs.
Funny story about poison ivy, or more specifically, urushiol.
A lifetime ago, someone might have been in a college dorm when meatheads decided that escalating "prank wars" were a good way to pass the time.
Bullion in the shower heads, saran wrap on toilets, air horns under seats, balloons full of shaving cream on strings to pop over doors.
Someone might have warned the meatheads to not involve them in the shitshow.
Meatheads didn't listen.
Someone might have gathered a shitload of poison ivy roots and stems, pulverized them, pressed out all the milky urushiol (the toxins that make it itchy) and went to the lab where as long as you were not making anything super dangerous or recreational, you could do most anything. (Someone also had a friend who was doing a class on traditional Asian lacquer work, which uses urushiol lacquer, plausible deniability)
This thick, waxy paste might have been carefully spread on all the door handles going into the men's rooms in the residential section of the dorm, because what guy washes his hands first?
The dean of student residents might have called a meeting regarding the pranks, and advised that they needed to stop since someone resorted to chemical warfare.
There might have been a couple dozen guys itching things during the meeting, and a couple of the guys might have had break-ups since their lady friends thought they had a venereal disease....
