2:00 pm - On my way out the door to pick up Liza, I notice that three of the triops are belly-up on the bottom of the tank with nary a fluttering swimmerette among them. Cheney ... er, Coulter isn't one of them. Huzzah!
3:45 pm - All five, dead as doornails. My sensitive and delicate daughter's response to the news? "NOW can I touch one?" Yeah, um, NO.
2 comments:
So, are they all dead now???? I hate that. Did the same thing years ago with some kind of creatures but I don't remember what they were. It's okay to be happy if they are gone because they were a pain and they smelled bad.
Time for an autopsy.
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