For Christmas, The Girl gave me a lovely gift. One that would be considered to be a very odd gift by most normal people…. “Smithsonian Sea Monsters“. A grow-yer-own critter lab in a clear plastic bucket. She apparently has memories of our years as Sea Monkey ranchers when she was a shrimp, and thought it would make me happy.
She was right.
At some point over the holidays, i discovered an Executive Sea Monkey set that had been given to me as a house warming present. At some other point over the holidays, we decided that the only civilized thing to do was to grow both sets of critters in parallel. And fight them.
It’s on, muthafuckahs…
The Sea Monsters got a couple weeks headstart on growth, due to the need to buy a fresh pack of Sea Monkey eggs*. The Boy will handle all wagering, of course. The Girl will assure that all “events” are conducted under humane society guidelines** for shrimps — NOT to be confused with midget wrestling.
My money’s on the Sea Monkeys. While they may have a slight disadvantage in size, they make up for it in “cute”. Sea Monsters ain’t got crowns…
* Who knew? Sea Monkey eggs don’t last more than a year.
** Still looking for the guidelines for “Crustacean Cage Match”.