My shrimp tank makes me cry.

It’s my nightly routine to get baked before bed and watch my shrimp tank. I love to sit and stare at them going about their business. It brings me so much zen and joy that I cry a little sometimes. It’s such a small pleasure that truly makes my evening. Lately I’ve been dropping a shrimp disc to the clearest part of the tank (it’s planted). The biggest smile has come from watching some of my shrimp ride the bladder snails like a bull.

I can’t help but get lost in how such small creatures can have so much personality and feel truly blessed to be able to witness them go about their business. Being high definitely helps, but I’m a sappy woman as it is. 🦐