Really, I was beginning to question the freakish things that aren’t happening in Bizarro World lately. Its been kind of a dry spell, a long, hot, sucktacular dry spell of complete and utter blah.

Blah.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel. An oncoming train, a glorious, sunny day, one of those fish that tries to kill Marlin and Dory… whatever, something is coming to take away the blahs and replace them with some sort of blog fodder. Its all about the blog, yo.

Get on with it, Jeebus.

Triops. They’re ugly. They’re scary. They’re a cruel joke from my evil sister, who, after listening to me whine about how ugly and scary they were, went out and bought me a new set of them. The box has been sitting in my kitchen for about three years, because I refused to put myself through that again. Then, along comes Freedom. When they escape their plastic confines and steal his face, he’s only got himself to blame.

Triops are prehistoric creatures that blah blah blah blah blah. In other words, they’re like Sea Monkeys, after sitting on a microwave for a few months. (This is Melialand, so no voices of dissent in my scientific theories.)

EWWWWWW!

The stuff inside the box. The actual Triops are hiding in the corner, awaiting their chance to pounce.

White Powder and Bags of Rainbows

Freedom, being uncharacteristically serene. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the bags of powder.

"Do Not Eat"

I kind of dig these, more than I can really say.

Awesome shorts

In case you were hungry, just remember, Triops (well, the elaborate trap they create with their box of effort) are not to be consumed by humans. Fortunately, Freedom is an alien.

Nope, not time to eat them yet.

Now, we’re waiting for them to attack us in our sleep hatch. I can hear them, they’re kind of mean and insulting. Something about ugly ass shorts and not enough beer in the house. Oh, and they’re on Team Edward. Who knew?