It's that time of year again. Beach season. Sun-hungry tourists, snowbirds and locals are flocking to the gulf en masse to get their fix of sand, sunshine and summer vibes. (To be fair, beach season in Southwest Florida probably spans nine months, but still…) Cars are stewing in the parking lot. Beach chairs are parked on the shore. And kids are inching closer to the salty sea, literally, testing the waters. As you flip open your wrinkly copy of that book you've been meaning to finish since the Bush administration and take a sip from your homemade Margarita, you probably don't realize the number of wondrous plants and animals you passed on your way from the car to the cabana. The...
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