Yesterday we started picking blackberries around the property. Daisy tired out quickly, pulled up her little yellow folding chair to the bush, and kicked at a vine. A vine with three shiny leaves to a stem... We halted blackberry picking operations immediately. We washed up and started itching for we may have come in contact with poison oak!
It was this vine! A baby blackberry vine, I believe. I assume too much. We shall recommence blackberry picking today until I find something else to exaggerate about.