I'm In The Mood For (A Few Weeks Of) Love

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Don't tell the internet filters, but something had to be done. Googling "sea monkey sex" was the least I could do; six hours had passed since I took note that two were still attached. SIX. Then seven. Eight. Finally I read the small print and learned they may keep this up for a few weeks. On my kitchen windowsill, whirling about while I slice strawberries and scrape the pots and pans. WEEKS. While swimming.

Those not attached at the present are already with child, and each of these ladies may produce 20 offspring. I tell you, the babies aren't babies for long; it was all cute when the specks finally became visible, but the rate at which they grow is alarming. Twenty each would equal 60 more, and once the amorous couple takes a breather, it's safe to say we'll have 80. That'll be in two weeks, right about when my husband returns from a long trip. At least someone's getting some action around here.

And what are these things, anyway? Crustaceans, yes, but they were sitting on a shelf in a rundown Toys R Us when I bought them for my son's eighth birthday. And now they're mating. Right when you think you've got it all figured out, powder from an envelope is mating at your kitchen window. I understand nothing.


What's with all the posts on mating? Time to go back and read my post on the mating style of the sloth. And another experience raising small creatures: The Ant Farm: She's Come Undone.

Comments

  1. Lisa Creech BledsoeSeptember 28, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    HILARITY! I love this. I remember Sea Monkeys! Ordered mine from a comic book (Richie Rich or Donald Duck, possibly). I was disappointed that they didn't look like the picture, but still. I taught mine the tricks in the booklet that came with them. But I don't recall the booklet talking about SEX. (Ha, I just caused this comment to be tagged as spam!)

    Thanks for passing along all the secret info!

    Great post.

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  2. Amy PhillipsSeptember 28, 2011 at 2:32 PM

    Tricks? They do tricks?

    Speaking of the pictures that were in those old comic books, I was disappointed there's no throne. Where's the %@^#% throne, for goodness' sake?

    Update: lovemaking has ended. Babies on way.

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  3. Greg ScheerSeptember 28, 2011 at 4:19 PM

    When you say "love making has ended. Babies on way," you're talking about the sea monkeys, right? Please?...

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  4. Amy PhillipsSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    Last time you were out of the country I brought a long-term resident into the home--the bunny--so I thought this time...

    Just kidding. Never ever ever again. As you well know.

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  5. Lisa Creech BledsoeOctober 2, 2011 at 10:07 AM

    I thought I remembered more tricks than this, but I do remember at least this. It should keep you entertained for HOURS, like the ad copy promised:

    http://www.ehow.com/how_2323074_train-sea-monkeys.html

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  6. Amy PhillipsOctober 2, 2011 at 5:11 PM

    You got my hopes up there for a minute, but I must say we failed at training our sea monkeys. They were only mildly interested in the pen light. And boy could I have used those hours of entertainment on a Sunday afternoon.

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