I spotted some luscious looking wild raspberries growing just off the road. Into the patch I went. I ate all the berries I could find. Within half an hour, I was violently sick. I threw up all that I had eaten and spent the night on the bathroom floor.
We guessed that the bushes had been recently been sprayed with weed killer by the highway department. I recovered. But, the next day, I developed a wicked case of poison ivy on my buttocks. When I had bent over to pick berries from the lower branches, Poison ivy leaves had entered under the edge of my short shorts. I took a lot of teasing when I went to work: I worked as a receptionist at a desk. Everyone wanted to know WHY I sat half-way off my chair.