So, after being told my whole life to stay out of certain patches of plants because they would "itch me to death," and after believing my mom's admonitions my whole life, I naturally assumed that I was indeed allergic to poison ivy and poison oak, even though I knew from my grandfather that in spite of his own severe allergy to the plants, my dad was completely immune. So, because we had a blowout yard sale at my mom's this weekend ($2,100 sold including my dad's truck/still drowning in junk), I had to get into all sections of the yard. I had to get all the crap out of my grandpa's mouldering 1989 Dodge Caravan's that been oxidizing in the yard for ten years. I had to sell all the scrap iron to a metal sculptor ($25!) that's under the bunkhouse, which is surrounded by plants with "leaves of three."
So, I decided to test my own allergy. I've been on many a campout. I grew up in these woods, and I cannot remember ever having anything more than a momentary itch on my ankles. I walked around in the stuff like it wasn't there. I didn't even get an inkling of an itch.
I am impervious to poison ivy and poison oak. Bow before me mortals.
I'm not so sure about poison sumac. Maybe because it contains my name it's my herbaceous kryptonite.