Nature's bidet

It happens every time.

We come to Rob's folks' place on a hot summer day and eagerly await the receding tide, so we can go play on the sandbar behind their house.

We gather up our sand toys and head down to the beach, gingerly picking our way through the seaweed-covered rocks until we reach the rippled sand.

And then it happens -- I step close to a seemingly innocuous quarter-sized hole in the sand, and a giant three-foot spurt of water shoots from the hole, straight up into the leg of my shorts.

I shriek and take another step -- and a second fountain squirts up the other leg of my shorts.

Geoducks: the perverts of the bivalve world.