I remember one day, there was an odd occurrence. My mom and I, years ago, decided to take a walk along the beach, as we had done many times before. But, it looked like someone had left all these plastic bags filled with air everywhere. It was truly bizarre. I wondered who this slob was and why they filled these bags with air before leaving them all over the beach.
So we decided to investigate. As we came closer to one of these bags, we saw it was indeed very strange. It looked like it had been sewn up on the top, and what was that mess beneath it? We realized these were very strange jellyfish. We couldn’t tell if it was alive or not (I suppose we should have asked it), so we decided to return it to the sea, just in case. We thought hard on how to transport the odd jelly and decided to pick them up with seashells.
So we started carrying jellyfish after jellyfish to the ocean. We also found these round, brown ones that were smaller, but much heavier. We took a whole bunch to the water, but I doubt we got anywhere near all of them. We eventually gave up and returned home, where we decided to find out just what these things were. Turns out, the plastic bags filled with air were Portuguese Man-of-War, and the closest match to the brown jellyfish was a Sea Nettle. We had no idea how close we came to some pretty bad stings.
We never saw the jellyfish on the beach again. Once, we saw many of the brown ones in the water at the marina or whatever that place was floating beneath the surface. I wonder if any of those were the ones we saved. I wonder if any were grateful. Probably not.
A Jelly Duck