Knight of Wands. The trailblazer’s sign. One summer I worked at a state park where my main responsibility was surveying every trail to clear the path of fallen log or overgrowth. I got really bad poison ivy and had to wrap my arms in bandages like a Mummy. One evening I went to a diner with some friends and showed them my poison ivy scars. One friend got really mad and accused me of exposing him to poison ivy. I explained that he could only get a reaction from the plant or its oils, which at this point had been washed off my skin for days. Still mad, he left the diner. We’re not close anymore but that’s because of different reasons!