there are many cold, hard facts of life that exist to help us try and make sense of the world:
a good man is hard to find.
nothing is certain but death and taxes.
if something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
the more you learn, the less you know.
and here at the triangle, we've discovered another one:
sea monkeys are real, and they are cannibals.
santa brought gus and sophie some sea monkeys this year, which we dutifully grew and nurtured from teeny-weeny eggs to itty-bitty-wiggly critters to blood-thirsty soldiers from hell. we fed them plenty of algae or whatever the powdered green sea monkey food is...they just preferred to eat each other. at first i thought they were trying to reproduce (they might have been doing that as well), but we were seeing clusters of sea monkeys like all the time...and no babies. after taking a good look at the monkeyclumps and realizing that the monkey in the middle was no longer amongst the living and the other five monkeys were feasting on its corpse, i made a parental decision to free the sea monkeys. this weekend, we solemnly (and gladly) released the beasts into the iowa river. gus said a memorial to them while i'm sure they were screaming, "FREEDOM! HORRIBLE FREEDOM!" but, alas, the sea monkeys had to go.
unwanted personal growth, compliments of santa. thank you, big guy!
sea monkeys are pretty tasty on toast triangles with capers...and they think so, too