STUNG ON THE ARM AND YOU’RE TO BLAME!

You give jellyfish a bad name!

So I went to the beach today, it’s a scorcher so I figured that cooling off in the ocean was a pretty good idea and overall it was. Barely any people, a nice breeze and the cool, shallow waters to remedy the effects of the intense late summer heat, it was bliss. I swam a few hundred meters once I’d gotten out far enough to be able to swim and I had brought a bright turquoise towel this time so I didn’t have any difficulties keeping an eye on my stuff on the beach. Last time I brought a beige towel that blended in completely as did my khaki green bag so I had trouble spotting them from out in the water prompting brief moments of vexation at the idea they might’ve been stolen. Not that they’d gotten anything, I don’t bring stuff with me to the beach when I’m there alone, not even my house keys, so at best a thief would’ve gotten away with a tattered old bag, an equally tattered old towel and a pair of shitty shoes. Not that I’d be able to do anything about it, you run a lot faster, even in sand, than you do in water. I’m no Mitch Buchannon, after all, so I don’t benefit from superpowers fueled by sea water.

Foto: Margrethe Groth

It was just to be a quick trip there because I’m leaving Casa Depresso in a few hours but there’s a risk it might be the last chance I get this year to swim on a not-cold day and I wanted to seize the opportunity.
Everything was going swell and I was swimming towards land when suddenly I was viciously attacked by a jellyfish, this wicked denizen of the ocean, a harbinger of doom, this gelatinous ghoul, a squishy suffering of the sea, its tyrannical tentacles grasping my wrist causing a jolt of pain. Or at least an annoying sting. And I didn’t even do anything, it just gunned for me, defying all laws of physics and good manners, a look of unadulterated hatred on its non-face. Okay, I may be exaggerating a bit here but you get the point.

Not the jellyfish in question, this one might be a nice guy.

Now I am in tremendous pain. Or at least vexed by a mildly annoying stinging sensation on the arm and there’s nothing to do but wait it out. Luckily, the jellyfish around here aren’t really that big of a deal so I’ll probably survive the sting but perhaps not the hurt to my honor.
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