Things are back to normal. My children came home and promptly cluttered and disheveled my briefly uncluttered heveled house. That’s ok. It was too weird not having Stella’s art and shoes all over the floor and Felix’s bits of cardboard and smashed bottle caps on every other horizontal surface. There was one thing, however, that was not better or even as good as it was when they left: the triops. They died.
I don’t even think I told y’all about the triops. They’re these awesome little “dinosaur shrimp” that you can hatch out of dried eggs. They grow super fast and are the coolest things. Being a good potential triops steward, I read lots about them before we began. They first appeared in the fossil record way back in the Paleozoic, although many of the species they sell in kits are from the Jurassic. Hence the dinosaur shrimp name – living fossils and all that. They are crustaceans and can go from microscopic to about an inch long, living up to 90 days before laying eggs and dying. From there you can dry out the sand/eggs and start all over. Two things were mentioned as pitfalls: water pH and cannibalism. The pH problem was resolved easily: by following the damn instructions. The cannibalism – or threat thereof – is what got me. Or them, I should say.
The instructions were quite clear on how many food pellets to add when, with such additions as “add 1/2 pellet for each triop.” Y’all, I had probably 20 in this wee little tank. And I knew that if there was not adequate food that they would start noshing on each other. So, I basically Italian grandmothered my triops to death. Felix was particularly upset. It’s ok. We’re trying again. They send several batches of eggs, so obviously the success rate for these kits is pretty damn low. Next time I’ll accept some self-nibbling rather than the mass fatality option. We even had started a video, but as the new crop will be indistinguishable from the old crop, it should be fine.
I was also seriously enjoying my knitting project. Understand, I have no skill. I can make squares and rectangles. I only do one stitch and I can’t even remember if it’s a knit or a purl stitch. Regardless, I decided that by glob I was gonna knit a blanket. So way back in December, I got some circular knitting needles. When I finally tried them out during my children’s freakish absence last week (a mere 6 months later), they worked a treat! Before I knew it, I had zoomed through an entire skein of yarn and tied on the second. Hooray for me. Until the damn needles broke last night. They had one. Damn. Job. To stay together. They could not manage that job.
Fortunately, Will saved the day and managed to crimp it back together just enough to finish the row. Now I’m waiting on Amazon to send me another set – steel this time, bitches – so I can transfer my project to the new needles, hopefully without dropping more than a few stitches. What am I supposed to do now? Play on my phone?
My life is riveting, no?