Steve and I share a bed, and when he gets up, his legs are covered with a thick crust of poison oak. It's inches thick, 3-dimensional, and the skin is hard and breaks off, I think he got it from Timmy, who brought it back from Dog Mountain. I check myself out, and at first find just one streak down my leg. Then I notice my left arm is completely encrusted, like Steve's legs. But actually it doesn't hurt, and will probably be entertaining to pick off.