Batch 3: Day 12

Remaining monsters: 2
The lonely triops (pictured below on Day 9) is now swimming among the stars. I put the remaining 2 into the larger bowl at the end of Day 10, and fished out Lonely's swiftly greening corpse. I guess his potential for greatness beyond the tank drove him to a quiet madness, and eventually, a watery grave (I only wish I had taken a picture, but I was afraid I'd lose my lunch).

Looper doesn't seem to be having a problem with his tail anymore; in fact, he's developed a nifty white ring around the upper part. He's also experimenting with different dance techniques, and has become quite a showoff.

And finally, the sand of the late legend Sharkey has been completely dry for quite sometime now; I will hopefully be hatching some behemoth Sharkeys in early June.

Day 12 highlights - Looper's anomaly, Sharkey's sand (riveting!), and Looper's Dance Techniques vol. 2:
          

Batch 3: Days 9 & 10

I present to you the situation thus far in Seussian verse:

I hope I'm not the only one
who thinks that hatching shrimps is fun.
To aid my newest monster zoo,
I split the one batch into two;
Though I had hoped for many more,
the triops hatched but numbered four;
Alas - a weekend killing spree!
Remaining monsters number three.

Day 9 - a lonely triops dreams of the wide-open spaces beyond his glass prison:


Day 10 - the movie features Looper in his first-ever techno video:
    

Of note: For days, Looper's his tail has been semi-stuck in an upward-curved position. I enjoy laughing at handicaps as much as anyone, but let's try to be sensitive.

Batch 3: Day 2

Hatchlings in both tanks:
  

Batch 3: Day 1

While Sharkey's sand is drying in the sun, I'm starting another batch. I'm splitting it up into 2 containers for starters; I figure the bigger hatchlings won't be able to get at most of their pals that way.

Day 1 setup - 2 small hatching tanks:
    

Batch 2: Day 24 ~ R.I.P. Sharkey

Friday afternoon, and it's curtains for Sharkey. I noticed his water was low, and it was pretty toasty in the windowsill, so I changed 50% of his water with tap water from the office. He seemed to be enjoying his newly deep water, and was doing the celebrated triops flip-and-eat.

Later in the day I noticed he was very sluggish, and his tail seemed very stiff and stuck in a slightly upward-turned position. When he began flipping over on his back and was unable to right himself immediately, I knew the dreaded shrimp-reaper was hiding in the sand.

Sharkey's last stand, and a commemorative movie clip:
        

Pondering: did Sharkey die of old age, or did it have something to do with the tap water at the office?

Batch 2: Day 23

Triops: type genus of the family Triopidae: small hermaphroditic crustaceans with a small third median eye
Hermaphrodite: a plant or animal that normally has both male and female reproductive organs
Moron: A person whose mental acumen is well below par, especially cases in which the person in question has no clue as to the gender classification of his or her pet triops

Movie: Sharkey gets goosed by a ghost!
  

Batch 2: Day 20

Final Score Sharkey:5. Tankmates:0
No need to name the smaller triops - all that remained of her this morning was the tip of a tail whisker, which I am assuming Sharkey was saving as a war trophy. If Sharkey has any regrets, it would probably be that I changed her water and gravel before she could eat her own moltings.

Now let's just see how big I can grow her before she joins her murdered tankmates in that great brackish billabong in the sky; I'm sure they'll have a lot to talk about.

Sharkey: "If only my tank-mates hadn't been so delicious!"
    

Pondering: what won't Sharkey eat?

Batch 2: Day 17

Sharkey and her remaining tank-mate are still chugging about, although I must say that the smaller gal is looking a bit skittish. I can imagine what must be going through her tiny mind:

"Dear diary; Sharkey and I were a team once; shrimps of the same inner mold. But now things are different; I see the look in her eyes when I dare to snag a morsel of food. How long until I am another casualty of the tank, one more notch on Sharkey's greed-numbed carapace? I see the light of hope, but it shines dim and cold in my nether hours..."

It's a nerve-wracking state of affairs. However, if the smaller female survives over the weekend, I will grant her a heroic name....

Here is Sharkey, perhaps plotting some doom:
    

Pondering: can male triops "convert" to females depending on number, or climate, or just for the heck of it? Seems possible; I might have to do some research.

Batch 2: Day 14

Mass murder! Friday: 6 monsters. Monday: 2
Sharkey and an unnamed accomplice have killed and eaten all other members of the tank. There are no signs of bodies in the tank, or even pieces of bodies: now that's efficiency for you, folks. I guess that goes to show you what a couple of desperate, famished triops are capable of, and also reminds us (as citizens of a community) to finish what we start and cover up all the evidence.

Of further note, here's a knee-slapper for embarrassed parents: Sharkey is a girl! I found out late Friday before I left the office; I spotted egg sacs on Sharkey's underside; I guess she was holding out for the right time to let me know. Another lesson to us humans: don't deny your identity; the truth will come out eventually, when you're swimming around naked on your back.

Triops versus Sea Monkeys

My well-meaning mum bought me a sea-monkey kit when I was young. My first negative impression was that the feather-like shrimp, even when fully grown, looked nothing like the charming (perhaps slightly disturbing) sapien-esque characters on the box. My second disappointment was their small adult size: if you're a lucky sea-monkey owner, your pets may reach 1/2 or 3/4 of an inch at best. They simply weren't large enough to enjoy from more than a couple of feet away.

Triops are also shrimp, sometimes called "tadpole" shrimp. Not only do they double their size about every day for the first week (instant gratification), they grow up just as freaky as they appear on the package. They look like a miniature alien race that will eventually grow to enormous size in the dark depths of the oceans. In a time of false human prosperity and hope, they'll take over the Earth and shear off the heads of our greatest leaders with their razor-sharp mandibles, announcing their ascension in guttural, warbling chorus: "We're going to eat most of you for lunch while swimming upside-down; and if you survive, stick around - we only live for 40 days or so...."

Batch 2: Day 10

I left a covering (plastic plate with a hole cut through) on their tank for the night to test for evaporation and heat; this method seems ok aside from a bit of condensation in the tank. The water looked a little greenish today, so I decided to do a water change. Here's some visual excitement during the momentous occasion, including a great video of them going ballistic while waiting for their new water to warm up. Relax, guys!
    

Of note: I discovered the female digging at the gravel like a mini whirlwind machine of destruction. Either she didn't care for the décor, or she was attempting to make a spot to lay her eggs. I tried moving some of the stones for her but she wouldn't have any of it; apparently I wasn't doing her any favors, so I just sat back and watched.