With Fronds Like These, Who Needs Anemones

We have made a terrible mistake.
On the upside, I am immune to poison.
On the downside, I have tiny anemone tentacles on my face now.
The first enemy we encountered today was a giant anemone, which tickled.
 
When crab people offer to perform a sacred water-breathing ritual on you, ask questions beforehand.
We are slimy and dry out in the sun.
We can only heal submerged in salt water.
This is starting to feel like free verse slam poetry.