Where, o [creature of] Death, is your sting? oh ... there it is.

In my short life (no comments!), I've had a variety of experiences. I've been lots of places (Pigeon Forge, TN and Winters, TX spring to mind) and I've seen lots of stuff (coke in a bag, guinea pig on a stick - see picture). Heck, I even played "run around the pillow" with my siblings when I was young, which is a game only the most cultured people have encountered.

Despite this wealth of experience, I came in contact with something totally new to me last weekend -- jellyfish. I went to the beach near Annapolis with some friends and we were playing out in the water. Everything was peachy for about an hour, and then a small army of the little monsters came rolling in. I didn't notice them until one wrapped his tentacles into a virtual knot around my arm. I felt the stinging and lifted my arm out of the water only to see the crazed beast hanging from it. I had to use the other hand to remove it, and I've still got cuts on my fingers (can jellyfish really cut you? or did that come from my bumbling attempt to exit the water quickly...) At that point, I calmly decided that I had swum long enough. (Of course, before I could get out, the girls made me come pull their intertubes in -- they didn't want to get off and get stung! I shoulda just flipped 'em over!)

Luckily, I survived. It didn't even hurt bad enough to pee on (but, thanks for offering the "medicine," Margie). One day, I'm gonna ask God why he created jellyfish, 'cause really, what do they do?? I don't even think you can eat them, so I know I got no use for 'em!