In December I shared a little story about my purchase of sea monkeys. You can read it here , but the quick version of the story is I bought sea monkeys, they lived, and I felt a huge since of accomplishment.
Seven months later, the sea monkeys are still alive. Not the same sea monkeys, but their 100th or so great grandchildren/grandmonkeys. Holy Cow! These things will not die! I am beginning to think I missed my calling in life. Instead of working in public relations, I should be a sea monkey farmer.
I have to admit that I am growing weary of my never ending generations of sea monkeys. Their small plastic tank resides in my living room, and it is kind of gross (and it is my understanding that you aren't supposed to clean it out). My husband's solution is to pour them out, but I just can't do it. I have a commitment to these monkeys, and I will see it through until they are finished reproducing and the last one enters the gates of sea monkey heaven-or at least until the dog knocks them over.
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