Miles never stopped believing, and his faith has been rewarded.
They grow fast and look disgusting. They just about double in size every day, and they look a little like horseshoe crabs. There are no instructions on the care and maintenance past day ten, so I sort of hope that's the life-span of the Triops. I fear my hope is misplaced, since there is one little foot-note telling me that after one week, I can add tiny bits of shrimp or carrots for rapid growth. (Needless to say, I will not be making any grocery runs for shrimp). In any case, I feel like a good mom for the science experiment, and the kids are happily recording information about the growth of these amazing creatures. Thanks, Dad, for another weird but fabulous Christmas present. It's magic. Creepy fishy magic, but still.
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Dang. So they work. We did it wrong and they never hatched - twice. Jack and his friends were quite excited to see them hatch, and disappointed when they didn't. I found the website and now that he knows yours hatched... well, it looks like I'm going to have to order some more. Maybe this time I'll read the directions. On second thought, maybe I'll wait and see if yours grow ginormous and take over your house and unleash an ocean evil like no other, movie style, before I get some more. Good luck with that.
We actually have a whole second kit (the one you squandered) and would be happy to mail it to you, free of charge. We won't be doing it again. And Mike keeps inventing tales of what the little things will do, and while the details vary, it usually ends in everyone's ears getting infested with triops which turn evil. So I can't figure out why Miles gets scared at bedtime...
Our attempts to hatch these Jurassic creatures also failed. I say "our" even though I didn't get much imput from Bair and Cal after the box was openned and they quickly scanned for chocolate and trucks. Finding neither, they lost interest. Catherine was dis-interested from day one. Rather disgusted, I should say, and although I admittedly did not technically use distilled water per the instructions, I was sure they were going to hatch. Now I suspect Catherine must have sabbotaged them. But just in case I did actually screw it up, what's the secret Court?
It's always the Grandparents... my kids got PJ's and books for Christmas this year from Grandma-but I'm pretty sure they would have prefered the hatching prehistoric things. Kids are funny that way. I can't find your e-mail so send it my way!
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