When I was 11 years old, my family went on vacation to Galveston, TX. Unfortunately, that year there was a really bad storm and all sorts of stuff was washed up on the beaches. We got there and there were thousands of blue colored sandwich-baggie-looking things washed up on the beach. Being land-locked individuals from Oklahoma, we had no idea what they were. So, being the little tosser that I was, I picked up the closest 3-foot piece of driftwood and started popping the baggies with much gusto. As I popped them, there was this 'juice' that sprayed out- and onto me. Well, after an hour or so, it was time to head back to the hotel we were staying in. During the drive I started feeling this burning all over my body. It got worse and worse and never let up. The only relief I received was when my Dad tossed me into the shower at the hotel, 50 minutes after leaving the beach, with me in serious misery from the incessant burning, and cranked up the cold water. Seems those Baggies were actually some type of jellyfish that had been blown up on the beach during the storms.
Life is good.
Remind me sometime to tell you about the day I got stung 26 times by hornets while fishing in Arkansas..
Last edited by 03Cruiser; 02/01/2008 11:39 PM.
