My Grandparents used to rent a house in Greenport, NY for the summer, where I used to go hunting for the most fantastic jelly fish I've ever seen in person. They were enormous, exotic creatures that I would capture in pails and examine until my parents made me release them back into the water. A few times they would sneak up on me and I'd get stung, but that's par for the course in all worthwhile relationships, I guess.
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