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The Sandbar That Tried to Kill Me

It started like every perfect beach day does — clear skies, warm water, and an overinflated sense of confidence. I wasn’t looking for trouble. I was looking for a tan and maybe a few shell fragments. What I found was a sandbar with a vendetta and a rip current that nearly sent me to Poseidon’s living room.

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What the Hell Is a Sand Flea, Really?

Scratching at Ghosts

You’re lounging on a Carolina beach, cold drink in hand, sun kissing your face, and then it starts — the ankle itch. The kind that makes you slap your own leg like you owe it money. Someone nearby mutters, “Ugh, sand fleas.”
But here’s the thing — what the hell is a sand flea?
Are they bugs? Crabs? Invisible demons? We’re putting this mystery to rest, once and for all.

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