h, the itches of summer. A huge poison ivy vine on my woodshed got me thinking about all the things that made me itch and sting during summer while growing up. There were many.

Poison oak and ivy were the most common plants. I always thought one had “leaves of three, let me be” and one had five leaves. And that one ran up trees and structures like a vine and the other grew up out of the ground like small plants.

I have learned that both can have three or five leaves and that vines run under leaves and can sprout up a stem with three or five leaves. And that poison ivy is much more common.

There is also a Virginia Creeper vine that looks like poison ivy and it will cause a rash, but not as bad as poison oak or ivy.

No matter the details, I finally learned to avoid them as a teenager, most of the time. From college on I seldom got the red itchy rash from it. For a while I thought I might have developed a resistance to it.

A fishing trip to the Ocmulgee River with Bobby Jean Pierce in the late 1970s made me think I was over it. We got down to the river bottom with our boat then took cans and started scratching up leaves, looking for swamp wigglers for bait.

We were crawling around on hands and knees, moving leaves with our hands. When my can was full enough with worms, I stood up and stretched. When I looked around, I realized I had been crawling around scratching in a huge poison oak bed.

I never developed a single itchy bump.

Then when I was in my 30s in the 1980s I cut down a tree for firewood. It was winter and I really did not pay attention to the vines running up the trunk. I cut it up as usual, loaded it in the truck, brought it home, split and stacked it.

I had sawdust all over me so I put my clothes in the washing machine and took a shower. The next morning I had some itchy rash. But worse, Linda had a red rash handprint on her stomach where I had rested my hand during the night.

I read that you can not transfer poison from one person to another, but that hand print proved different. You could see my palm and all fingers and thumb! It was so bad she had to go to the doctor for cortisone shots. My rash was not as bad.

Calamine lotion was a staple growing up and it was not unusual to see me or some of my friends with the pink crusty smears where we were being treated. And no matter how much we were told not to scratch it, we did.

Even more common were itchy bug bites. Mosquito bites happened every day and the red bump would itch for a day but then be gone. Chiggers and redbugs, the same thing I think, were longer lasting. I hated to get the red bump from them. It seemed to itch for days, no matter how much Calamine lotion was slathered on it.

One camping trip when I was 12 years old introduced me to another stinging critter. I went into our big six-man tent to get something, put my hand down on the floor and screamed. I thought daddy had left a lit cigarette in there and I had put my hand on it.

When we looked we found a small brown scorpion, the first I had ever seen. I thought I was gonna die. All I knew about those awful looking things was from movies where they killed cowboys.

Turned out it was about like a wasp sting. It hurt for an hour or so then got better. Since then I have seen hundreds of scorpions. I have to be careful around my wood pile and almost every time I open my garage door there will be one or two under it when it goes up.

I am not sure why I never saw a scorpion anywhere around home but there was one at Clarks Hill just 20 miles away. And they are common around Griffin, but thankfully they are small brown ones that are not very poisonous, unlike the ones in the movies.

I did get a bad scare on a trip to Cancun and Cozumel, Mexico years ago. We got off the ship and went to the beach. The water was beautiful so we decided to rent snorkel gear. The mesh bag with flippers, snorkel and mask were hanging around the roof of the thatched hut on the beach.

As we walked down the beach I felt something on my wrist. It was the one I was holding the bag, and a big black scorpion had crawled out of the bag and started up my arm. I managed to sling it off, kill it and put it in a small medicine box I had with me.

That critter was almost seven inches long, about three times as big as the little ones around here. I kept it at home for several years until it finally fell apart.

I am very glad that one didn’t sting me!

Wasps and bees are a whole nother story, as they say. My encounters with them have been numerous enough for another day.

I have sprayed that big vine on my woodshed with two different weed killers and I think it is laughing at me. So far not a single leaf has wilted. I bought some weed and brush killer at Tractor supply that is supposed to do the job. We will see.