The day my daughters saved a thousand lives
Early one Sunday, the girls and I decided to leave our sleeping men-folk and take a stroll on the beach. We wandered, feet scuffing the water’s edge, wishing people a cheery ‘good morning’ and laughing at sniffy, waggy dogs. It was heavenly to relax with my kids, cocooned in a togetherness which doesn’t happen often enough in our stupidly busy lives.
While my brain soaked up the bliss, the girls rescued jellyfish.
At least, that’s what they thought they were doing. A visit to ‘the google’ (as it’s known in our house thanks to Grandma) has shown that the jelly masses along the beach are actually the egg cases of sand snails. Regardless, the kids thought they were jellyfish eggs washed up on the shore and set about saving them, turfing as many as they could back into the sea.
It made me think.
According to my little environmentalists, jellyfish lay their eggs at sea. Sometimes, the eggs are washed up on the shore where they dry out, unable to hatch, and the potential jellyfish no longer exist. Just like us when the waves of life toss…
