Dear Ocean,
It seems like everything that washes on shore brings a lot of excitement and curiosity to us beach adventuring people. Like today, for instance, I went to the beach around 5pm to support Erica and her RA intern event thing. A bubble of something rolled in with the waves and Xenia and I just had to explore it. Turns out that our friend "Frederick," whom we buried after I had thoroughly poked and played with him (because you would think that things are safe when they're dead), was a portuguese man of war. And apparently, it's common knowledge down here that "You aren't supposed to touch those!" and "They will sting you!" and "They really hurt!". I'm sorry but I come from a land of lakes, and I don't know what a jellyfish sting feels like.
But now I do.
And I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but it really hurts. It feels like I have hives on my fingers and they won't go away and the tingling pain has reached my cheeks and under my arms and I'm going to go take a nap now. And I just want Manute to pee on it.
Love from a student who should have payed more attention to the Cnidarian lecture in Bio,
whitney!
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3 comments:
AH! i totally would have played with it too.
we saw tons of those at the beach when i went with Phil, Chris and Chris a while ago. i used a stick to bury them because i didn't want to get stung (or take the change) even if it was dead.
I'll be on it if you want.
and you're right, they don't teach us about those in the land of lands... poo poo.
I would have played with it too.
Then pretended it didn't hurt.
Then laughed at you.
Then peed on you.
Sorry I wasn't there.
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