The day we left Tampa, rough surf tossed a giant sea sponge into the yard. It is as big around as a steering wheel, and more than a foot tall. Spectacular, really. We had to lug it home. Now, though, it is a massive, spectacular, stinky mass of rotting sea life.
I guess the down side to any vacation is that what looks like a miracle in Tampa smells like dead fish, back home.