I was helping a group clean a wooded area for the Children's Attention Home here in town. While moving some wood around I came across a spalted piece of mystery wood, it's bark had long fallen off, just an unremarkable log of unknown species.
After hacking it into a piece that would fit in the wagon, it sat in my shop until I felt it was fully dry.
Certainly after such a noble effort as cleaning out their woods, good luck would befall on me, right? Well, apparently this wood had either been covered with the same poison oak/ivy we were stripping off the other trees or the spalt was just too much for me because my top lip and right hand both broke out in a rash. To add insult to injury, one toe on my right foot even fell victim to the outbreak. If I weren't wearing a double canister respirator, I'd hate to think how my breathing would have been the next day.
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