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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.
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 everyone alone. I felt bad for it because it was obviously still alive when it washed ashore, and I didn’t have anything to flip it back into the water. The writer in immediately thought up all sorts of possibilities about this guy. What if it was actually a underwater ship, and it had an entire crew of sentinent life beings aboard? Their job was to assassinate the bad jellies. I thought I could hear them yelling at me as if I was Horton, telling me to scoop up their ship and throw it back into the ocean. Jelly Who-ville: Save us, big scary Godzilla-monster thing! Me: Ewww, I can see its brains. My husband: Oops, I accidentally stepped on it. At least we didn’t have a hurricane this year. In case you were wondering, they have this sunscreen now that helps with jellyfish stings. I’m not sure how that is possible, but I think it’s worth the $20 investment. HappeningsI meant to finish off my Spooky in Love recaps, but I got distracted with vacation, e.g. I was lazy. I’m working on Episode 7 right now, in case you wanted to check out what I wrote so far. But I did get to publish my long-awaited bulgogi recipe! Speaking of Korean food, did you know that Koreans eat jellyfish? That’s just too gross for me. No wonder they sting us. Jelly Who-ville: We are not food! AHHHHHH! Honorable Mentions
1 My husband claims he was stung on both ankles, but since I found no evidence of said stings, e.g. it didn’t look like a bee sting, I decided he was imagining things. |
I write about Korean food and k-fantasy dramas. Other food and lifestyle too! Basically whatever I like to eat and watch. :)
Like the many cycles of life, I tend to go through periods of time that I binge watch Korean dramas. For those of you not familiar with the Hallyu wave, k-dramas are like watching daytime soaps in short bursts. A k-drama has a set schedule of episodes, with the average I would guess at like 16-18, and then the show stops. A Season 2 is rare, mostly with the exception of shows dedicated to an English-speaking audience, such as Netflix. Photo by Tim Winkler on Unsplash … I have no idea why this...