@cherizilla@retro.pizza Back when I was a kid in the '70s, we lived right on the Eastern shore of New Brunswick, less than a km from the beach. So we spent the summer in the water. My brother and I would entertain ourselves with jellyfish fights. Much like a snowball fight, but spicy. The blue jellys and lion's manes never seemed to bother us much. We'd pretend the red lines they left were tattoos. We'd never heard about the pee thing. Which was for the best.