When I got on work on Monday, my desk lamp had been turned off and there was no discernable life in the triops tank. The water was scummy and disgusting and it developed a "bad day on the wharf" odor when the lamp began to warm it up again.
There was only one thing to do: pour the whole mess down the toilet and then decide whether or not to try again. I flushed the contents of the tank (except for the castle and the sand) and set it on my bottom bookcase shelf to dry out. There should still be plenty of eggs in the muck and I have half of the original packet of eggs in my drawer.
Now I just need to decide if I really want to go through with the experiment again. I could take it home and grow them in a place where I have control over the rampant light turner-offers. Perhaps I'll give that a shot and see what happens.
By the way, thank you to everyone who complimented me on the Sea Monkey Journals. They were what inspired me to start a blog in the first place, even though it took me several years to actually start blogging.