This was a beautiful morning to walk on the beach, or so I
thought. As I was trudging down the beach,
I say trudging because the tide was coming in, the sand was soft and I was
leaving deep footprints. And may I say
at my weight they were pretty deep. I
turn around to come home when I realize, if the tide came up much faster I would
be trapped. Now, if you have walked our
beach going South, you know there is no escape from the beach and you would
drown or have to swim. I was wearing
jean shorts and they get heavy when wet and then I remembered how deep the
prints were. I decided to high tail it to
the road.
That’s when I saw it, the thing. You know when you see a thing and you stop
dead, back up, and look at the thing again?
After looking some more at the thing you mouth pops open and you mouth
the words “What the hell is that?” This
is also the time you hope you don’t sink so deep in whatever that you can’t run
for your life. That is me; I am on the
edge of the surf looking at this 3 foot long thing, The Discovery Channel would
have been proud to present this thing in an hour special. It looked like one of their documentaries
that says “We found the thing, but oh don’t be afraid it can’t hurt you it
lives 10,000 leagues under the sea.” Wrong,
I saw one up here. There it was all
bony looking, pointy, spiky ribs, big fin on its back that looked lethal and
all of it tapering to the tail and flat ass ugly bless its heart. As my mouth is still gaping, I think, oh good
it’s dead, maybe I will creep cautiously closer, take a better look and maybe
poke it with a stick. Now I hear a
roar, it is the roar of a big wave coming to disturb my mission. I stand perfectly still with my eyes on the
thing and whoosh my thing starts to wiggle in the surf. Not that thing, y’all, please stop being so unruly. My mind is wheeling, what if the next wave
washes the thing back up and it touches me, then what? I can’t run, my jean shorts legs are getting
wet, I may drown or get touched; neither option appealed to me so I left. I did however stand for a long period of time
on the road looking to see where my thing went.
All I can say, it is still in the water somewhere waiting, it never
washed, crawled, rolled or hopped back to shore. If I see it again I will try to grab it for a
few photos and call the Discovery Channel.
