Originally posted by rocket: ...is that a starfish on your face???
Went to Point Dume this past weekend, and walked on their magnificent, rocky beach. The tide had gone out and left behind, attached to the great rocks on the beach were dozens of orange and red "sea stars" as they call them here, or "starfish" as others call them, and thousands of oysters.
Beautiful and surreal.
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We used to camp at San Onofre (sp?) and one time I peeled a starfish off of a rock and brought it home. I set it out in the backyard to dry (and die) and it made the biggest mess I never imagined. First, there was the ants, everywhere ants, a thick black shifting mass of ants. Then, there was odor, a hideous odor (what's that word, again?), a thick, foul stench which stayed in the nostrils and the back of the throat and clung to the clothing and hair like smoke and then it got inside the body, at which point there was only one way to exorcise the evil invader, and that choice was not mine... I hurled, called Earl, bleu chunks as I retreated from the relentless assault from the starfish.
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"Years from now we want to go into the pub and tell about the Terrible Conflagration up at the Place, do we not?"
Oh, and I'll never forget the SOUND the ants made as they bore in and out of the starfish. It just ain't right for that damn starfish to haunt me like this.
STARFISH!!! Slowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch.....
