Girl vs. Island: Jellyfish Versus Vagina

This guy and his bad aim clearly care more about peeing on this chick than getting the fucking jellyfish off her. Also: why is she doing the Thriller dance?

I am here to tell you that sea glass hunting may be harmful to your vagina.

When I am on Tilghman Island on weekends working on my novel, I take one break a day, at low tide, to go sea glass hunting. Sea glass hunting is the hobby that keeps me from turning into a creepy Stephen Kingย novelist character who stays in a dark cottageย office all day and night, the only sound the clicking of the keyboard, drinking single malt Scotch and smoking Marlboros.*

You could say I’ve become addicted to sea glass hunting. In addition to a sea glass Pinterest board, I have an app on my iPad that tells me when low tide is every day, and I also have collected a metric shit ton of sea glass in every size, shape and color. The cottage owners are making a table out of sea glass, I think as a way to help me avoid starring in an episode of Extreme Hoarders: The Sea Glass Edition.

Ok, so this weekend I was on my usual low tide sea glass bike run. The tide was especially low, and a sunken island called Devil’s Island was visible for the first time I’ve seen this summer. In my water shoes, and wearing a knee-length orange dress and no panties**, I waded out to the lost island. I saw jellyfish, but was able to avoid them. Bummed to discover that whole island was covered in oyster shells and silt, I waded back to my usual (super secret) sea glass hunting spot. Erosion and the rising tide have eradicated all the beaches around Tilghman Island. All that remain are a handful of semi-sandy, oyster-shell-covered patches amidst the phragmites. It is here (especially where the island used to dump its trash) that I’ve found all the rarest colors of sea glass: red, purple, yellow, pink. And my new favorite thing: sea pottery. Really neat 18th century plate pieces, blah blah blah I’ll tell you more about the sea glass later, because I just bought the url for a new hobby sea glass blog I’m going to start.

Anyhoo, I normally hunt for sea glass on this particular beach (because there is so much) in basically a downward-facing-dog yoga pose. Legs apart, hands on the sand. Sometimes I do a squat thing if I need to see something more closely. Did I mention there are huge, scary, pulsating, foot-long-tentacled jellyfish all over the fucking Chesapeake Bay? Because there are. Millions of them.

Standing about calf-deep in the water, I apparently chose to squat directly over a jellyfish and, what with the whole commando thing, I basically was unknowingly having sex with this disgusting sea creature from hell. The way I found out I was getting raped by jellyfish tentacles was that I felt an unimaginable stinging sensation (sort of similar to the time I didn’t read the directions on a certain hair removal product) in my lady bits.

The Burning Bush. Again. What is it about not burning the living crap out of my vajayjay that I can’t seem to figure out in this life?

I did what any woman with a smoking hot hoo-hah would do when she’s just been violated by Squidward. I screamed at the top of my lungs. And then I kicked him. It’s hard to kick something when you and the thing are both in water, but I sort of took my pink water shoe and like spite-kicked him. I do not know if it hurt him. Also, I am pretty sure I heard laughter coming from the other jellyfish.

I had little time for spite, though, because I needed to attend to my bearded clam which lost its sea battle with the Devil’s Island castaway jellyfish from hell.

I immediately remembered hearing the two most commonly prescribed remedies for jellyfish stings: pee and sand. I had heard at differing times that neither worked, but this was definitely a good time to scientifically test out both potential cures.

The only convenient thing about getting stung in the vag by a jellyfish is that if you’re going to pee on it, the pain is conveniently close to the cure. So, looking around to see how many people have come out to their docks to watch this little bay-front freakshow, I squat again (and probably for the last time over bay water, I gotta say) and sort of try to pretend I’m looking for sea glass when really what I’m doing is simultaneously trying not to get pee on my orange dress while I’m peeing in a sort of circular motion to get as much pee as I can on the sting area.

Gotta say? It did seem to help. For a second. Then, more burning. I decide I have to get in the water, fuck the dress, so I just sort of start splashing around like a deranged woman or retarded seal. Then, I think: sand. There isn’t really a lot of sand to be found, and I start thinking that if I cram handfuls of sand around my wounded waffle, I may be peeing out shrapnel for like a week. I skip the sand, choosing to high-tail my stung ass home for a cold shower. Really cold.

I believe from now on I shall sea glass hunt with more caution, keep my Spongebob inside some Squarepants and stay the hell away from rapey Squidwards.

*actually that whole scenario just sounded really awesome….

**I’m commando. Always. TMI?

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  1. Shannon

    July 30, 2012 at 6:31 am

    I am so sorry to hear about your stinging hoohah, but that was the funniest damn thing I've ever read at 630 on a Monday morning…I'll never ~ever~ be able to hear "Squidwaaaard!" without laughing…

  2. Chelle

    July 30, 2012 at 7:22 am

    Oh honey, only you… hopefully you can talk your hubby into kissing your boo boo. hehehe… okay okay, I'll go away now. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. MegaBill

    July 30, 2012 at 5:21 pm

    That story is some of the worst porn I've ever read ๐Ÿ˜‰

    The picture doesn't help.

  4. Angie

    July 31, 2012 at 8:32 am

    Seriously dying right now! I was stung on the foot by a jellyfish once, so I cannot imagine the pain of being stung in my lady parts…. Oh, and maybe the locals were just getting one over on us tourists, but meat tenderizer was the recommended treatment. But it s pretty funny to think about putting meat tenderizer on you hoo-ha ๐Ÿ™‚ Hope your feeling better, and thanks for the laugh!

  5. Colleen

    July 31, 2012 at 9:46 am

    Freakin' hilarious. Methinks you need some seaglass hunting panties!

  6. ByWordofMouthMusings

    July 31, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    This is sort of like Fifty Shades of Stinging like a Mofo … so every time you wince this weekend we can just nod knowingly …

  7. Laura Lohr

    July 31, 2012 at 7:26 pm

    Oh my God! Your reenactment was hilarious. Your reality though? Horrifying. Here's hoping you feel better!

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