Some stories are just too good not to share -
this is one of those.
I believe her.
The names are not mentioned so as to avoid undo embarassment of the guilty parties. "DSIL" means "Dear Sister-in-Law".
The story goes like this...
When they first moved to Mississippi my DSIL went all out decorating their very old home which is in the "Garden District" of Natchez. She had the inside all decorated and decided to go "au naturale" for the outside.
It wasn't too long before she called my brother at work and told him that she was breaking out in welts and was itching terribly...everywhere. He came home from work and by the time he got there he said she was a mess!! Totally covered head to toe in red welts.
"why the heck do you have poison sumac around your doors and windows?"
My brother dared not break out laughing at that particular moment...he just knew better...but some time later it did become something a standing joke. My DSIL never did think it was too funny! Of course guess who had to dress up like a bee keeper and remove all of the sumac?
So now *every* Christmas he says to her..."when is the hanging of the Poison Sumac?"