Today, it is somewhat hard to revisit our terrarium after the loss of shrimpy. Its feels as though we are visiting the grave for the first time. We can feel the loss of his presence in the appearance of the terrarium. It seems to be deteriorating at a more rapid pace.
The soils is beginning to dry up and the continues to show no signs of life. We held on to hope that are spearmint seeds were just delayed in growth, but now that hope is gone. Condensation seems to cover all levels of the terrarium, creating a the somber mood we feel.
The string that once served as the life line from our water to our small seedlings is beginning to disintegrate. The cloud of death is consuming the string and seems to be sucking the life from our water plants. The once green plants are beginning to brown.
In all of this sadness, there is a small glimmer of hope when our eyes move up the terrarium, only to see Snaily- still hanging in there. Alive among the death that surrounds him.
It feels as though it has all come to an end... The world we created seems to be coming to an immanent end. Our hearts our broken, morale low. We sign off to you. The final entry to our diary.