Funny thing about being stung by a jellyfish? It doesn’t die after it stings you.
Unlike a bee sting, where you at least have some satisfaction in knowing that the little fucker has just flapped his little wings for the last time after he injects you with venom, the jellyfish just swims on. Probably pretty oblivious that he has just fucked with your morning.
If a dog bites you? You can smack it. If you are attacked by a snake? Crush it’s head with a shovel, and leave the body as a warning to the others. But if you reach down to smack a jellyfish after it stings your legs? It will happily sting your arm, and then swim off without a care.
On the bright side? It’s not going to ruin the weekend…
Not too long ago, i realized that it had been about 6 years since my kids and i have had a vacation together. Starting in about 1998, we’d take off somewhere for Spring Break*, and it seemed a good time for us to do it again. They’ve both been working overtime, and a long weekend seemed like the thing to do.
So here we are. i let them choose from a short list of east coast locations. The winner? Tybee Island, Georgia. No major plans, other than a couple of beach days, then a couple days farting around in Savannah. While they were snoozing the morning away, i hit the beach.
And that was when the beach decided to hit me back. All in all, there are worse things than being stung by a jellyfish. Like returning to your hotel room, informing your children that you’ve had a minor scrape with the local wildlife, and getting the sympathetic response of “Hey, want me to pee on it?” from your son…
* My approach to avoiding the dreaded “Mom, can I go to Daytona Beach with a car full of stupid teenaged boneheads for spring break?” question? Take them somewhere better from the time they were in junior high school. Germany, England, San Francisco, the desert southwest… We had some adventures.