The first time I really ran into jellyfish was as a
child. I grew up in the Caribbean, and
one day my brother and I were sailing with my father. I was around ten and my brother is three and
a half years younger. My brother and I
were hanging on a line that we had thrown overboard and the sailboat with our
father in it was pulling us along. I was
the last one on the line and all the sudden I got stung by jellyfish and I
yelled “kwal”, the Dutch word for jellyfish.
My brother starts screaming and crying and pulls himself to the boat as
quickly as possible and my father pulled him out. I was right behind him. I had some beautiful lashes on my body, while
my brother had nothing. I remember it was
stinging a lot and immediately fascinated by the urban legend that the pain
would go away when you urinate on it (no I did not try it). But it was just one of those incidences I
will never forget. I got stung, and my
younger brother was not, made more commotion than I. I’m sure that’s what happens in a lot of
families, just interesting and fun to reminisce about.
Anyway the Dutch word “kwal” has two definitions. For one it is a jellyfish, but it also means
a yucky, slimy, difficult person (another thing that just popped up in my mind). Probably not far off the mark when we look at
this picture I shot of the once floating by my boat in the marina. They look pretty slimy.
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