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| September 20, 7:36 pm |
I can’t believe it happened. That egg thing, the one Phil and I pulled
out of the water, it hatched. I don’t know why I’m so shocked about it.
Maybe I’m more shocked about how the fish tank blew apart. I wanted to
keep my little experiment under the radar so mom wouldn’t notice. With
all that water and glass everywhere, and ruined furniture and rugs and
whatnot, let’s just say, it didn’t work out the way I planned. But it
hatched. I didn’t really believe it would, and I can tell you why in
two words…sea monkeys.
When I was in second grade, I asked mom if we could get a dog. Pretty
much every time we ever saw a dog, I’d ask if I could get one. Mom and
dad were all against it. They said if we got a dog, it would be a
hundred percent my responsibility, and they weren’t sure if I was ready
for it. So you know what they did instead? They got me sea monkeys.
They’re supposed to hatch in a jar, and guess what, mine never did.
They never hatched. All I had in the end was a jar of scummy water, and
it stank like heck. I kept it for a long time hoping they might still
hatch, until one day I came home, and mom threw it out. I was really
bummed, and mom was all like, see, having pets is a lot of
responsibility. Can you believe that? Not only did I NOT get a pet, but
I got a ‘told you so’, like I messed up or something. I didn’t say it
at the time, but it was so unfair. There’s a lot of stuff I don’t say
to mom because I know she won’t understand. And with dad, I don’t think
he really wants to know.
Getting back to mom and the tank. She had a huge cow about it. Like
I’ve never seen before. And then Savannah was such a pain in the ass
about me going into her bathroom. Like mother, like daughter I guess.
If mom finds out I put that thing in there, she’ll do a quadruple freak
with a three and a half somersault full Nelson freak. That’s full-on
freak.
I wish I could have seen the fish get eaten. I mean what happened in
that tank? Was it a gnarly attack? Or did he take them in one bite? Did
he swallow them whole? Or take them down half-a-fish by half-a-fish. It
would have been awesome to watch.
I don’t know what to do with this thing, but I’m psyched. I’ve looked
at every book of sea monsters in the library and on the net and there’s
no real match. I guess the ocean’s a big place. I like thinking about
how big it is. Like the universe. It just keeps going and going and
going, bigger than you can imagine it. Stuff like that is cool, cause
there’s got to be more than the four walls of my bedroom and the walls
of this house and our back yard and this town. The thought, of
everything that’s out there, that keeps me going.
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