Yep, I had 'em...and mine too were ordered from one of the zillions of mini-ads in the back of DC comics, along with such staples of boys' gear as X-ray glasses, Jivaro blowguns, pistol crossbows (those last two would result in jail time in today's Canuckistan), decoder rings, miniature secret agent cameras and many other irresistible wonders of that bygone age. As long as I paid for these trifles with money I earned myself...mostly by mowing lawns, collecting nightcrawlers, shoveling snow and also from bounties paid by some local farmers on feral pigeons...I had carte blanche to buy whatever I wanted, although everything was vetted by my father once it arrived before I was turned loose to terrorize the neighbourhood with it. 
Sea Monkeys were just brine shrimp, weren't they? They were okay, and may have been the very first living creatures I kept that weren't self-collected...but they led to plans to order a critter from an adjacent ad in those same comic books: a Squirrel Monkey, straight from the jungles of the Amazon to your home by mail! I can actually recall the dawning horror on my mother's face when I gleefully explained to her that this wasn't just another "jar of bugs", but rather a real, live monkey; what an idiot I was for telling her! That very night, my father informed me that going forward, I would be clearing all purchases with him before sending any money, rather than just having mysterious boxes appear in the mail for him to inspect. This new ruling delayed the acquisition of my first Boa Constrictor by a number of years. Dang!
Don't even get me started on Triops...
Sea Monkeys were just brine shrimp, weren't they? They were okay, and may have been the very first living creatures I kept that weren't self-collected...but they led to plans to order a critter from an adjacent ad in those same comic books: a Squirrel Monkey, straight from the jungles of the Amazon to your home by mail! I can actually recall the dawning horror on my mother's face when I gleefully explained to her that this wasn't just another "jar of bugs", but rather a real, live monkey; what an idiot I was for telling her! That very night, my father informed me that going forward, I would be clearing all purchases with him before sending any money, rather than just having mysterious boxes appear in the mail for him to inspect. This new ruling delayed the acquisition of my first Boa Constrictor by a number of years. Dang!
Don't even get me started on Triops...


