Well, don't smoke anything. I think I've read that if you smoke poison ivy, it is a very very bad thing.
When my first husband and I were in grad school, he planted some seeds in our vegetable garden. I've written about that garden before-- how we went to horsefarms with garbage pails and collected manure--we were totally organic, not that we knew it back then-- and stuff grew like magic- HUGE cucumbers and tomatoes, eggplants, beans.
So these seeds grew to be enormous six and seven foot high plants. I kid you not. In fact, had the author of that fairy tale seen these plants, he would have titled his story Jack and the Marijuanastalk.
It had been sort of a joke when he planted them but as these things started to look like something from a horror movie, we panicked, thinking soon there would be sightings from the highway and reports of giant alien plants, or that small planes would become ensnared in their waving tentacles, and then our parents would read in the papers that their children were going to prison for growing enough weed to turn on the entire state, so my ex crept down to the garden late one night, pulled them all up, and threw them over the fence into a neighboring field.
Let THEM go to jail. |
