Stinging Nettles

I’m not exaggerating when I say that I must have at least 60 different rashes / marks on my legs, all from a clash with nature. I lost. (If you’re wondering) That’s a 30 rash-per-leg ratio, right? I was wearing shorts which increases the pain factor. Actually, it wasn’t really a ‘clash’ – Unless you would define a ‘clash’ as walking half-way through a field full of nettles, thinking of turning around, but realizing it would be quicker and easier to brave the other half, and cursing and grunting the rest of the way. Stinging nettle wounds are weird, because there’s an initial ‘OW’ moment, and then it goes. It’s not until later that you notice that you have a leg like a page of braille. Perhaps a blind man could decipher my nettle marks? I wonder what my legs are trying to tell me? My money’s on: “Evidently, You’re not Rambo”.