After swimming I scrambled from the Aegean up a steep rock wall and was the only one who didn’t get stung by the sea urchins.
Later in a shoreside taverna I ate sea urchin gonads. They tasted like blood and molasses.
Aristotle thought the sea urchin’s mouth resembled a small lantern.
No one has ever put the sea urchin and big band music in the same sentence before now.
Planet of the Blind 