Jellyfish Invasion

Hope you don’t step on one

Last week, my husband and I went on our annual vacation to Myrtle Beach, SC. I feel very pathetic that Americans get one week a year to really enjoy ourselves, either because we lack the requisite vacation days or the requisite money. This year, our trip was a week earlier because of the entire Labor Day is actually on September 7th thing, when it is usually attached to the last week of August.

A cannonball jellyfish, which apparently is not really the stinging kind. He doesn’t have tentacles long enough. He’s actually kinda cute.

We ran into a problem neither of us has ever experienced: a jellyfish invasion.

And when I say invasion, I do mean an invasion. They apparently really liked the warm water, or something. The lifeguard stand kept flying the red flag. Red is usually bad, and on Myrtle Beach, it means bad things are in the water ready to either eat you or sting you.

We found out about the flags and the jellyfish the hard way: I was stung. Twice.

Can you guess how many times my husband was stung? Yes, that’s right. Zero.1 He did, however, step on them a profuse amount of times. I laughed.

They were littered all over the beach, which is quite disgusting. They kind of looked like shrinkwrap that had sitting outside in the sun.

Our fourth day there, a cannonball jellyfish washed ashore. These are the nice kind of jellies because they tend to leave…