Starfish on the Toast, Starfish in the basement. Growing up, I called them Starfish. Now I know they are referred to as “sea stars” because they are NOT fish. Although any animal that comes from the sea and dies begins to smell about the same. Well, actually, the smell of the starfish I tried to clean and dry overnight in the basement probably smelled worse than any dead fish my brothers brought home. As a girl I loved sea stars, in all their variety. Who wouldn’t be drawn to such amazing creatures, some with dozens of “arms” others with the amazing five that made them seem both of the universe and somehow humanish like DaVinci’s iconic human with arms and feet spread to a pentangular shape. As a teen, I loved Donovan’s song, even though I could not imagine why anyone would want to put a starfish on Toast. Now, when I hear my beloved sea stars are “wasting” from some as yet unidentified cause, my world is suddenly shaken to a degree I have not experienced before. What have we done? what are we doing? what will YOU do? Saving the sea stars won’t happen unless we save the entire world and that is bigger than anything we have ever done.