So, I was thinking about making an omelet… (David Svien photos)
“Bow! Bow before my stingy power!!”
“Oh, I got plenty of ways to touch you. They don’t call me Mr. Tingly for nothing!”
I call this one Ralph. He just needs a hug.
“Oh, me? I’m good. I’ll just sit down here and wait for you to step on me.”
I mean, it’s not like the beach was all that pretty before the invasion…
“No more photos!! I got swimsuits to get all up in!!”
The birds eat well tonight.
The beach surrounding Penn Cove, and the water itself, has lost the battle, as the biggest invasion of jelly fish I have seen in five years of swimming in those waters landed with a fury Thursday.
Walk the post-apocalyptic sand ‘n rock ‘n crushed mussel shells mess we call a beach, and it glistens like gold.
If gold came in big, globby piles of squishiness drying out in the sun…
Step into the water (of course, I went in the water … I’m not a tourist. Idiot? Maybe. But not a tourist…) and the jellyfish are stacked up like cars on a Seattle freeway.
There’s only one answer, and I think we all know what that is.
Someone needs to go find the greatest jellyfish hunter known to this world.
Yes, I speak of SpongeBob SquarePants. He’s our only hope!!
What do you mean he’s imaginary?!?!?!?!?
We’re all freakin’ doomed…
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