I love the water–ocean, lake, river, whatever. Give me a chance to go in it (and some decent weather, of course), and I’m there.
So it was with great regret that about 6 or 7 years ago I discovered jellyfish and Portuguese man o’ war. After having been in the ocean dozens of times (growing up near Lake Erie meant most of my beach experiences had been in fresh water), I suddenly had a reason to fear the warm, salty seas of Florida, and it was unnerving. Could I ever go back into the water knowing these creatures capable of such painful stings were in there waiting for me?
Well, yes. I wouldn’t go back in on a particular day I was stung, but I would go in on the next one, and I would mostly forget about the stinging terror that lurks in the ocean.
Yesterday, I was reminded not everything in the water is soft and fuzzy when suddenly a crab grabbed my toe. Read the rest of this entry »