Vortex of Trash the Size of Texas

Simone - she's the poodle dog - and I were talking. She was helping the little mite to express herself. The mite is from very deep down in the ocean, and she has a hard time with all this air and light up here, but the poodle seems to understand her well. The mite was talking about the Pacific vortex, or gyre, where she comes from: click here for a video of how the ocean works. I guess this plastic "glass" I am in was a candidate for the gyre, only it came up here in Seaside instead. Some great trash, to get out of the ocean back to its makers, to be a hospice for me as I am ailing. The mite lives on wood, which sinks to the bottom of the sea. She had been born down 2600 meters, and then hauled up by scientists, but she escaped just as they came to the surface, and rode the gyre out to sea, drifted in here. She must be specially adapted to have lived so long, her little legs - she has only 47 left - carried her here as ever fast as they could. Luckily, she and Simone made friends right away. Simone is so smart. The mite is "a mite" confused because she thinks these giant blue mussels are naturally found on the beach - not realizing it is just storms that brought them here, quite unusually. Here is a lovely photo of the mussels in their environment, before they were torn up and tossed up on this beach with the grandfather barnacles and plastic trash. The mite can't see this photo - nor for that matter can I until my eye grows back, but I think that you can since your natural realm is light.