Alright, so there haven’t been any particularly noteworthy hijinks so far. That’s okay. I feel relaxed, loaded up on vitamin D, and as if creativity is beginning to seep back into my brain. Or perhaps that’s just the sensation of the juniper deposits left by all the gin.
Either way, things are going great. My only complaint so far: deadly sea creatures.
It’s a little hard to see, but this is a dead pufferfish. Evolution has graced him with highly effective camouflage, allowing him to trick his prey into stepping on him, then cursing.
The fact that he’s A) too small to eat me and B) dead brings the effectiveness of this hunting technique into question, but I’m sure nature will iron things out in another eon or two. In the meantime, he did manage to draw some blood:
But between my vacationmates’ sunburns and other miscellaneous ailments, I’m still doing relatively well at dealing with the beach’s terrible toll.