This story started many many years ago. No, it is not exactly what you think. Everyone was spared dealing with the dreaded poison ivy rash that itches and itches. No animals or humans were hurt in this story at least in the last 10 years. The story starts in the mid-1970's when Mr. and Mrs. Chatt Senior moved from a little bungalow in Rochester to a rural house with a few acres, lots of yard to mow and a small little woods. As Grampa Chatt tells the story, one day he was out in the woods grabbing wood probably preparing for the Coooold North East Snow Belt winters of Rochester, New York. He was cutting wood minding his own business, when he happened upon a poison ivy vine. That's right boys and girls, if you think poison ivy is only in leaf form you are sadly mistaken. I think I have this part close. Chatt Senior cut the vine and it snapped whipping in the air with sap flying right into his face. Immediately he washed, primped, and pampered his face in hopes he had minimized the damage.As most of us know, the damage had been done. The next few days began the week plus long agonizing poison ivy rash that coincided with the high heat of summer. Yikes. No one likes poison ivy and Chatt Senior in his new country house had just formed a new enemy. Poison ivy. The next three-four weeks was just a blurr in the Chatt household. Chatt Senior went on a manhunt, nay, a crusade to kill every damn piece of poison ivy on the 10234 foot X 12567.25 foot land that was newly created as the Chatt palace. Very much like Santa Clause with his who's nice and naughty list, poison ivy was naughty and chatt senior checked areas more than twice to ensure the Chatt plot of land was extracted of all living poison ivy.
So why bring this story up now. Well I think it produces a little bit of an explanation of why I am a little crazy. It's not all me, there was some help along the way. Plus, after 30 years of sanitizing the Chatt lot of all poison ivy, this past summer on a walk with Chatt senior we stumbled across poison ivy on the Chatt plat. Of course this set in motion the famous poison Ivy story by Grampa Chatt.
So let me answer the obvious question coming to everyone's mind...Take note for all those that cannot forgive and forget. It appears that revenge can help. 30 years after the crusade of poison ivy sanitation on the Chatt complex, the resurrection of poison ivy for Chatt senior was of little consequence that mild summer day in 2009.
For the faint of heart don't look at the pictures below...they may hit too close to home for some of you.














