Monday, February 16, 2009

Back to the Beach

Yikes.......it's a beach snake. Lots of people think so, but it is actually the egg case of the whelk shell ... empty. A group of tourists asked me whether I could identify this strange creature [I must just look smart], and I stumbled through an explanation - in French. And you thought you'd never need your high school French - or was that Algebra?

That's a whelk at the top of the photo and a paper fig at the bottom. Obviously, this whelk is too small to have produced that egg case.

Sanibel is the world's greatest habitat for shells.....and mosquitoes. Paradise has a price. In order to make life tolerable, the mosquito squad sprays and sprays and sprays with trucks and planes and helicopters and ... despite such stringent efforts, we find an occasional intruder in our condo.


Ah, here's where some of those sea shells end up.

Yes, the Shell Museum (whatever that means), a place we drive by and remark: "Hey, we should go there some day." Never happened. Just as well. The outside of the building is fabulous. The inside? Save your money. Go to the beach.




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