Sadly, the Labor Day Weekend was not kind to the baby Sea-Monkeys. Upon my return to work I discovered that their numbers have dropped to the single digits again.
A song from my childhood serves as a touching funeral dirge for the departed baby Sea-Monkeys:
I went to the Animal Fair
The birds and the bees were there
A big baboon, by the light of the moon,
Was combing his auburn hair
The monkey, he got drunk
And stepped on the elephant's trunk
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees
And that was the end of the monk, the monk, the monk
And that was the end of the monk!
Thanks to my sister for finding enough of the words online to refresh my memory of the song beyond "And that was the end of the monk…". Boos and hisses to the Web site that cleaned up the song for the kiddies by changing line 5 to "the monkey fell out of his bunk." Heaven forbid that a fictional monkey should be drunk and suffer the consequences!
Anyway, that was the end of a lot of my little Sea-Monks. I suspected that there was Sea-Monkey danger looming last week when a couple of adults died (I used the "finger over the straw" method to suck them out of the tank this time). To stave off further expirations, I used a scoop of "Sea-Monkey Medicine," which I can now report is USELESS! Just so you know. The rest of the adults are as healthy, happy and horny as ever, and the remaining babies are churning along like everything's okay.
Let's hope the surviving babies will be part of a brave, new generation of vigorous Sea-Monkeys. If not, I'm sure there are plenty of as-yet-unhatched eggs waiting to spawn the next group.