When I was a kid, my babysitter was a witch. She was a typical pointy-hatted, spell-casting witch. But she was also a marine biology major at Humboldt State University, so she’d take me on her broom to the beach after school to look for washed-up stuff.One day she said, “Look, my lovely, the beach is covered in Satan’s testicles!”Thousands of marble-sized clear blobs were washing in. She said, “Sorry, they are actually called ‘comb jellies.’ See, I used to date a guy named Satan, so I knew I couldn’t trust him. I cast a spell so that if he ever cheated on me, his testicles would turn into exploding glass marbles engineered to shred his scrotum. Um, this species of comb jelly looks like our common Pacific sea gooseberry (Pleurobrachia bachei).”Keep Reading
