The laundry is poisoned!

A few days after I "laundered" the bitch's laundry everyone hears screaming in camp! First it started far away. Then it got stronger and stronger. There was a high pitched screaming turned crying. One by one clothing was dropped to the ground. Cursing was heard from the screaming voice. Laughter was heard from a group of boys. They kept following her. The bitch's BFF's kept trying to put her clothes back on and get the boys away from her. Finally an adult came out and told her she had poison ivy or something.  I just sat back watching.  She earned her poisioned sumac. BITCH.