As constant readers know, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog just can’t get enough of the gigantic, icky Jellyfish thang. I think (we thinks?) we’ve been traumatized ever since we went kayaking during the Great Indian Arm Jellyfish Migration and ended up accidently scooping them onto the paddles with every stroke, wherefrom they would sliiiiiiiiiide down the handle and onto our hands YUCJYUCKYIKUGH and then plop onto the spray skirt, where we’d have to flick them off with the back of our hand encased in a plastic bag, ew!
But we’re over that.
In any case, imagine our thrillation and excititivity when we found that according to the Guardian (source of the above flying jellyfish imagey corroboration) Singapore has apparently got an entire festival devoted to giant, flying jellyfish. Well all we can say is, if there were giant flying jellyfish around these parts, we’d be all for The Festival. Festivities? Festivatin’, yo. Gotta keep ’em happy; the specter of a world filled with giant, flying, pissed-off jellyfish is too horrible to bear!