This big lightning whelk was stranded way up on the beach during high tide and had hunkered down in the sand with only his pointy end sticking up out of the sand a bit. I was hoping nobody was home.........
but alas! he's still in there, and I have to hike down to the water and place him back in his habitat. That deed should bring me good karma because shells this size fetch about $30-$40 in the local shell shops. Surprisingly, the lightning whelk is the state shell of Texas and illegal to capture live there, as well.
An angel wing, a cockle, some conchs, and a bottle of Evian..........a perfect day at the beach.
If you've never searched for shells, I cannot explain to you the pure joy of discovering one of these treasures on the sand or in the water. The people in the distance are doing the Sanibel Stoop as opposed to the Captiva Crawl. Trust me, everybody does it.
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