God bless these poor people, who walked the beaches in long pants and latex gloves in the 100 degree heat, picking up tar balls with fishing nets. When I first heard of tar balls, I pictured something as big as a softball, but they're not. They look like squashed raisins. Once we knew what we were looking for, you could easily find them.
Oh, and don't think for a minute that we were tempted to say, "Hey, can I see your balls?"
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