If you haven’t read Part 1…go now…this will make more sense. Go. Now. I will wait.
So the big question was “Did I go back into the crap infested waters?” Here’s how it went…
It was HOT, the sun was SCORCHING and I was sweating. My husband was catching some pretty good waves so I knew we’d be there a while. I looked at the water with the trained eye of a CSI agent; no poop in sight. And then I did it…
I ran in, dunked myself up to my waist, gave my shoulders and arms a splash and then ran out of there.
Yes, I knowingly went back into the water where 30 minutes prior I had seen “The Floater.”
After the beach we all took baths in bleach. Not really, but we did immediately get showered, using mass amounts of soap and defunktified ourselves. We are all still living and haven’t yet grown a third head.