These allegedly endangered Moon Jellyfish don’t look so all-fired rare or endangered to me; they look exactly like the loathsome, throbbing masses of protoplasm that make kayaking in Indian Arm such an unpleasant experience at migration time. Seriously, with those damn paddles it’s like lading up jellyfish soup and watching it slide down the ladle onto your hand, then taking another stroke and ladling up some more on the other side. And the herds, swarms, masses, go on for literally miles.
No wonder people love motorboats: puree!
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Maybe it’s just a jellyfish baster.
You know, maybe this isn’t magnified, it’s vastly reduced, and that’s the HAND OF GOD!?!?!?!?! Just like on Year Zero!
Once, long ago when I was young and stupid I picked up a large jellyfish. Well, after I returned from hospital I spent 2 weeks with bouts of erratic heartbeats (arrhythmias) and the sensation that I was being stung over and over again. Lesson learned — the hard way.
Oh, God. You’re lucky it wasn’t worse! How horrible!