Oh, pretty! I love the rubbery umbrella look of these baby jellies in motion. I once hiked over a breath-stealing ridge to get to Wineglass Bay in the Freycinet National Park off the east coast of Tasmania, only to find the beach littered in blue jellyfish—I mean, just thick with them. “Don’t step on one!,” my boyfriend kept barking at me. I think he had visions of slinging all 6-feet of me over his shoulder for the 3 mile hike back over the hill to the car.