The Croc Huntah

“Captain, my recon mission is complete.  I’ve spotted eleven fat, blue jellyfish on the shore.  Request to hand over my togs, sir, and be sent back to base.”

“What are you talking about?”  M asks.

“Look!  Just look-you see those giant, blue blobs hanging out on the sand?  Those-those are what I’m talking about.”

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“Can we go look?” G asks.

As we walk we see a young girl in the distance, a wee speck on the horizon.  She reaches down and picks up one of the blue blobs with her bare hands.  It is tossed into her sand castle bucket.  As we get closer, I see she can’t be more than four years old.  She’s surrounded by older brothers, not parents.

I fight the urge to run towards her in Chariots of Fire style slow motion and yell, ‘Nooooooooooooo!’  as she wanders over to pick up the jellyfish you see below.  It’s the size of an extra large pizza.  She has drawn a small crowd; from the strained looks on their faces they fight the same urge I do.

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“Hi there,” I say sweetly, “do you think these jellyfish are safe to touch?”

She looks up at me with an expression I can only describe as appalled, “I am a croc huntah,” she says, “I am so big and so strong.  This jelly can’t hurt me.”

She motions up the beach a bit where we spot her ‘jelly’ graveyard, “Look!  Those jellies have lost their stingaahhs!” she says with great confidence.

In the short amount of time it took me to report to M about my findings, this little one had collected all the jellyfish I saw.  She’s good, real good, but I need more information.  No adult on the beach will go anywhere near these jellies, nor do they seem to approve of the little croc huntah’s collection methods.

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One of her brothers backs her up.  A lifeguard told them yesterday they had lost their stingers so they can’t hurt you-but this brother is only about nine years old.  I need a more reliable source.  Finally, mum and dad show up on the scene, “Oh, been collecting jellies have we?”

“Is this your little one?”  I ask.

“Oh yes, that’s her.”

“She tells me she’s a croc hunter.”

Both parents laugh cautiously, “Yesterday a few of these jellies washed up on shore,” the mum explains, “we panicked until the lifeguard told us they’d lost their stingers.  He said the kids could hurl them around like footballs.  I actually wish he hadn’t told them that.”

With this more official sounding news, G wants in on the jelly hunt.  We oblige.

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When I sat down to write this post, I thought I’d look up the story of these jellyfish myself.  It turns out, Blue Blubber Jellyfish (their scientific name) don’t actually have stingers to lose.  What they have, are hundreds of tiny mouths on those chunky legs of theirs.  They sting their prey with multiple venomous bites from these mini orifices.  If they come up on shore, it’s because they’re dead.  They won’t bite if they aren’t alive-unlike box or bluebottle jellyfish.  The latter defend themselves from beyond the grave with enough venom in their dead tentacles to paralyze a horse.

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However, if you find yourself swimming with Blue Blubbers, beware.  While the bites won’t kill you, they can be itchy to some and a little rashy to others.  You won’t know if you’re the allergic one (surely that’s me) until you get stung and big welts hang around for months.

The moral of the story is, Australians have such a weird variety of creatures to deal with they only commit to memory the ones that will kill you.  All the rest?  Toss ’em around like footballs.

I tossed this experience into my bucket of reasons to love the great indoors.  To quote Fran Leibowitz, “To me the outdoors is what you must pass through in order to get from your apartment into a taxicab.”

 

 

EGWolf

Accidental traveller---currently in London

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