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When I moved into my house about three years ago, I had no idea that I was horribly allergic to a plant in the front yard.
I didn’t find out about it until after I’d been there a year. I had spent most of a Sunday puttering in the yard, both in the front and the back. Later that night, my arms itched and hurt. When I finally stopped to look, I found I had welts running across them. It looked as though I’d been whipped.
It wasn’t until I brushed up against the demon plant a second time that I was able to pinpoint the culprit.