Santa was kind enough to bring Sergei sea monkeys for christmas. He followed the directions...first purify water... add eggs 12 hrs later.... wait a week, than add food...
Well, turns out we got a weak batch. Only I sea monkey survived, and he was given a name, R2D2.
Sergei fed him diligently and he seemed to be thriving.
Now for the slightly heartbreaking part of the story... We found R2D2 dead in his tank this morning. It was a real shocker. The only sea monkey of the group to live beyond just a few days... he had been alive almost 60! A full Sea Monkey life, I told Serge.. but there is nothing i could have said to dull the initial pain he felt right then in his little heart. Let me tell you how hard this was as a mama to witness. Ouch. Explaining death to a child i think, can be as difficult as you make it.
I told him the truth of course, that I truly don't know what happens to that little Sea Monkey spirit after death. I told him no-one really knows but here are some different ideas people have.
He liked the idea of the sea monkey ghost floating around our house maybe for a little while, or maybe livng in the clouds. Maybe it will be reincarnated as a hamster....
He did not want to bury it; instead, he flushed the little tiny carcass down the toilet, all the while sobbing. It took about 7 mins for him to get over it luckily, then i think he quite enjoyed picturing the cute little ghost swimming through our dining room... an invisible mascot for the household. Why not?