Boingles can often be found bouncing around on Makawaka beach. They use their coiled up tentacles as a spring to propel themselves into the most bizarre places. ‘Ooh look mummy, why’s that boingle on top of that hot air balloon?’ and ‘who’s going to get that boingle out of that giant redwood tree?’ are all familiar cries. The only time they stop bouncing is when they are laying their eggs in the sand shortly before feasting on them. Haven’t they heard of the word ‘extinction’?