I should seriously win the "Worst Mother of the Year" award! I just went into lockdown yesterday evening (yesterday was day seventeen for me) and things went from bad to worse to absolutely horrible!!!!! So let me give anyone who is willing to read the woes of a poor, stressed chicken mom the rundown of what happened, starting last night......(Flashback.......) All was good in the bator. I had just turned the eggs for the last time. So I figured that since I was done turning, I would raise the humidity to around 60%. Well, I wake up on day 18 to a temp of 97 cuz it was freezingin my room, and a humidity level of above 70%. Freaking out: Commence! Get home from school and find the temp to be ok at about 99.5ish, but the humidity was still around 70%. Now, just for some background, the fan is placed under the grate where the eggs are. The water dish is placed behind it so the humidity is sucked in with the air and pushed up under the light where it heats up and then blows over the eggs. I have a water bottle filled with warm water with a hole poked in the cap. I stuck a bit of fish tubing though the hole so all I have to do is tip the bottle upside down to add water to a small bread pan that I cut down. Unfortunately, the water comes out of the tube and into the tin fast, and sometimes it misses the tin. Well, this afternoon, I noticed that one of the LED lights on the fan was blinking. Then I noticed the reddish brown gooey liquid under the fan. One can hardly imagine my panic when I thought one of the eggs broke. Nope! They were safe. The fan, howver, got slightly splashed with water and some of the water had gotten into the fan though some openings. The wires and metal had water damage. The liquid was water mixed with rust. Egg were safe. Until I had to remove them and place them gently in an egg carton, big side up, and put that in an unused cooler while I cleaned the inside of the bator. I managed to get the smell of the lemon scented disinfecting cloth out of the bator before I replaced everything. The whole time, in my head, I had made up a new song. I'm sure you've heard it before. It can be sung with any tune. It goes like this: Stupid, stupid, stupid! You stupid person you! But wait, I'm not done! A few hours later, I ended up removing the eggs again because I thought I had put the fan back in backwards. Turns out I didn't. Here comes the song again! Finally, after the most stressful day ever, the temp is good at 99ish while the humidity slowly creeps back up to 70%. Does anyone have any faith that, after all this, they'er still alive in there?