“Jellyfish have been all over my newsfeed lately. That kind of coverage surely spells more eco-doom, but I can’t say for sure. Ever since I read about the bark beetles decimating the forests, I’ve sworn off the bad news. Lover of trees that I am, that shocker eviscerated my fragile bank of hope. I self-prescribed a long break from the steady stream of grief while I refilled the tank.
Until today, anyway. The memory of those ethereal moon jellies that so captivated me at the aquarium bamboozled me into breaking my vow. Those ghostly sacs, floating wherever water took them, posed all the menace of wet tissue paper. Their seductive simplicity made me their latest victim. . . .”