The Mississippi museum is a huge, wonderful collection of informative and entertaining displays, only slightly diminished by the fact that Wednesday, the day of my visit there, it was all being overrun by several tourbuses worth of screaming, crying, shouting ankelbiters with the IQ of bricks. How stoopid were these kids? Well, I overheard one adult in the cafeteria, telling a child to stop chewing his own shirt; that's how stoopid.
Still, the museum can't really be blamed for not electrocuting anyone under five feet (and I include midgets, cuz dey be CREEPY), and I like to think that every now and then a child goes "missing", only to be fed to the alligator they have in one of their many watertanks.
Including about 20 minutes for lunch, I spent pretty exactly four hours in this place, and for those who have read this blog for a while (hello to both of you), it's a rare museum indeed which can hold my minuscule attention for more than 90 minutes. If you're ever in this area, please go see it - no, go OUT of your way to see it; I can hardly recommend it enough.
All pics here.
The alligator was floating peacefully until the midget horde arrived; then it began to paddle around with a "get me the hell outta here" look on its reptilian face.
"I can haz cheeseburger?"
One of many displays primarily for kids. They also had a petting tank where the resident sturgeons had the brains to cower in the far corner whenever a tiny snotface approached.
"We're otters, we swim around and do cute little human things with our hands". Bonus points for anyone who comes up with the reference.
They had a place where you could be the captain of a tug boat. It goes without saying that this was filled with anklebiters.
Two sting rays dancing around.
"I's shtayin in dis cornah. Dem shting rays be craaaazy, man".
Sting ray in another tank. I'll be forever thankful to this species for shutting up that annoying, irresponsible eejit Steve Irwin.
Catfish. Ugliness incarnated.
Here you could get your hands dirty in the mud of the Amazon, without uhm... getting your hands dirty.
They had a very impressive 4D theatre. The "4" consisted of the audience getting sprayed with water at regular intervals. That part was NOT impressive.
I believe this was some kind of outdoor playground, mostly for grown men, where you could put money in little machines and then navigate the tiny boats.
This ugly thing, which looks ready to be scraped off the wall, is actually a type of turtle.
A cayman, which is a type of crocodile. This one almost had me thinking it was a model... until it opened its eyes.
King of the Mississippi, Mark Twain.
Brer Rabbit was originally a wide array of African folktales which found new life in America.
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