Poison Ivy Me (Mwa ha ha ha)

This evening I tricked a friend to join me spraying herbicide to the infestation of vegetation around my new but not inhabited bungalow. I sprayed around the house 3 months ago using intensely concentrated poison and the growth of weed and grass were indeed not too serious for further treatment.

I bought a 16-litre backpack plastic sprayer for RM 80 earlier, and my mom was vocal about it saying that my aunt had one and why I just need to waste more money, ya da ya da ya da. It's a boys @ men thing mom; I'd like to spray MY own house with MY own sprayer using MY own herbicide. All bought with MY own money. But of course as a dutiful son, I'd never said that.

Anyway I was not wearing any protective gear while handling the herbicide (which I purposely overdosed for intense murder of the weed-things!!) and spraying. So there were indeed bits and drops of poison on my clothes and skin in the spraying process. As I was spraying, I told my friend that I felt like Poison Ivy, with poison on the body.

He added that Poison Ivy killed men with her poison, but I kill weed with mine. We had a round of laugh about that.