That's right. I killed all the sea monkeys (TM) that were supposed to be the pinnacle of our unit on Life Cycles. They were meant to hatch, flourish, procreate and wear little sea monkey outfits to the little sea monkey mall demonstrating to 16 curious first graders the miracle of life. But I didn't pump any oxygen into their little pink castle tank and now instead of a thriving urban metropolis, it is an underwater mass sea monkey graveyard. When the kids shake it, all the limp lifeless bodies of our class pets float to the top giving the illusion of activity and spirit. But like a snowglobe, it's revealed as a cruel cruel illusionary trick when the murky water settles.
If this is any indication of my future parenting skills, perhaps it is better that I'm single and fruitless.
Sea Monkeys RIP 2008.