On our return to the car, we stopped off at the bathroom and discovered this small collection of shells and a sea star, also called a starfish. There was no one around.
Its tube feet were still moving, indicating it was alive and might possibly survive its relocation and abandonment.
B made the long walk back and carried it to the sea.
I can count on one hand the sea stars I have seen in all my decades in Florida. It is sad to me that the teens knew it was alive and yet left it to die. On the other hand, I will kill a roach in my house with no remorse. Is it a fine line for me to judge them?