Written by Hank Woolley.
Our nemesis for the field season!
For those who have experienced Tangilotra (a.k.a. Itchy Bean), we feel your pain.
What starts out as a cute appellation for a fuzzy brown beanstalk becomes a name more dreadful than Voldemort in Harry Potter. One mention of the phrase “I’ve hit Itchy Bean” on our hikes and everyone immediately stops still, frantically looking around for fuzzy pods of deceptively maniacal beans as if we were being abducted by aliens.
Why the paranoia?
Even the slightest contact with the bean pods, their vines, or the bits of fuzz floating in the air nearby will drive even the most thickly-skinned person temporarily insane with deep, untamable burning itches for half an hour. It’s a horrible feeling to experience, but it is equally entertaining to watch if you didn’t hit the itchy bean yourself. We’ll be itching, screaming, and laughing our way across Itchy Bean creeks for the next three weeks, so we figured we’d give you a taste of what it’s like to “Tango with Tangilotra”.