I am not sure how I forgot to post photos of my son with SCORPIANS all over him. But somehow it slipped my mind. Could be the effects of trauma.
The other day while visiting this place, we came across this old school house that had the most curious cabinet filed with well, curiosities. Quickly a woman dressed as some kind of Indiana Jones counter-part encouraged my kids to open all the drawers and to TOUCH EVERYTHING including the many live THINGS on the shelves. That exploration resulted in Jack holding a REAL giant fish eyeball up to his own. Yeah I nearly puked, but calmly said (after the photo of course) “how about we put that back. I mean we don’t want to damage it”. Then before I could react the Ms. Indiana Jones sister was putting live scorpions ON MY CHILD. Look closely, there is one on his hat climbing on his cheek.
This was followed by cockroaches, worms and many more creepy things.
Naturally, my boys thought this was the best part of their visit.
The real comedy came when I tried to strike up a convo with Ms. Indiana Jones lady, thinking she was just ‘in character’ I asked her if she had any pets at home. Granted not the best question, but I was trying to be SOCIAL with a lady who was trying to make me scream. To my surprise she said ‘oh I have all these things at home too. I am off to Borneo next week to find more specimens.’. SO it turns out she was not IN character.
SHE IS THE CHARACTER.
Now that is authenticity people.
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