The Wel­ling­tonista would like to know why so many god­damn black-legged jelly­fish decided to hang out at Lyall Bay over the week­end. Sure, it was hot, and swim­ming was a great idea, but for me, not for you creepy wobbly things! And it did­n’t make a dif­fer­ence how calm it was on Sat­urday and how wavey it was on Sunday – you were still there! Bas­tards. It ‘s not like you were put on Earth first or any­thing, and yet you act like you own the place…