I remember the day like it was yesterday. Imagine me, a poor, defenceless 11 year old minding his business in the park when suddenly a chance encounter with a malicious plant sent me into paroxysms of pain. Never mind that I was trying to capture a feral turtle sunning itself beside a pond at the time. Never mind that I had to climb a chain link fence to get near the reptile. No, my friends, no such transgressions ever deserves the punishment of stinging nettles.
I writhed and jiggled and bopped about like a crazy kid in futile efforts to rid myself of that terrible itch. Finally it ended when I ran almost a marathon to a water fountain where the cooling waters lessened the pain. I had learned my lesson, folks. Forevermore, turtles have been safe from me.
So imagine my surprise when I recently discovered someone actively seeking out that vicious herb. What an education I was in for. Nettle Madness!