It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. I was ready to get my learning on at the Melbourne Museum which promised to delight me with excellent dinosaur exhibits (dinosaurs are kinda my favourite).
I sauntered into the exhibition rooms, eager to check out the pterodactyl fossils and other gems of the prehistoric age, when suddenly I rounded a corner and was faced with THIS:
In my eagerness, I had not carefully observed the layout of the museum and had failed to notice that in order to get to Jurassic Park, I would have to traverse the Bugs Alive! rooms, home to the venomous Australian spiders of my nightmares. I was surrounded by the human-killing Sydney funnel webs, redback/black widows, and whitetails. And by surrounded, I mean encased in glass and dirt enclosures, but DID I MENTION THEY WERE ALIVE?!