|this is not one of the possessed statues.|
so, sea-monkeys. they are alive (in a powdery statis form) and well, and waiting. in addition to searching for their home, i have communed with the universe and divined more of their backstory (i.e., made things up while waiting in line at chipotle). as i mentioned before, they have flown in space. (it says so on the packaging, so it has to be true, right?) so technically, they are space-monkeys, yes? i see their new life with me as a continuation of their peripatetic adventures. (unless i kill them. then it will be an end to their peripatetic-ing, but we won't go there.) they probably will think they have landed on a new planet (where lands are green and skys are blue*) and, as such, their new home will need to accomodate their specific watery needs. much like astronauts inhabiting a biodome on a foreign planet, the space-monkeys will require their own life-sustaining compound. i name it, the candelarium. (thank you to shannon for that delightful title.)
i will continue the search for the candelarium and return to blog of my triumphs. stay tuned...
*that was totally a callback to the title of the blog. it just had to be done.