There are some things I know, many without having the need to personally verify them. I never encountered a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake when I was growing up in Chicago. Without being told, however, I knew that they should be avoided when I lived in Arizona and went quail or dove hunting in the desert.
When someone suggested I not walk too close to the cholla, even though they call it a "teddy bear" cactus, I believed them.
I have never encountered a jelly-fish, although I have waded around on a couple of ocean beaches. I do know that they should be avoided. If I walked on the sandy shore and saw one washed up, I would not reach for it. It shouldn't be to difficult to avoid. The mobility of a jellyfish which has been washed ashore is somewhat limited. It slows down even more after death. Even an out-of-shape American can escape a dead jellyfish the size of a turkey platter.
How then do we explain this:
Take a Number to Get Stung Folks. No Pushing in Line
Consider the logistics of this. The deceased creature is about the size of a turkey platter. Imagine your own turkey platter. Now gather 150 people around it. Can you visualize a situation in which they could all be stung?
So, you and Joe are playing on the sand. "Hey, Joe, what's this gooey thing? Looks like a big jelly fish. I think I'll scoop up a big handful of glop...Ouch!"
"Oh, Sam, you must have gotten stung. Does it hurt a lot? Do you think it could sting me too?...Ouch!"
"Hey, what are you guys screaming about? Is that a jelly-fish sting? Suppose it has anymore stinger stuff left? Let me see...Ouch!"
"Ohhhh, c'mon let me try!"
Lather, rinse, repeat a 150 more times.
Is there a rash of stupid in New Hampshire?