Natural History Museums of any sort are basically brain porn for me. Although I went to this one in America somewhere, and got locked in for the night. Normally this is just a little weird, but everything came alive and I was lucky to get away with my life. Had I not figured out that T-Rexs enjoy fetch, and that Atilla the Hun likes magic, I almost certainly would have died.

I should totally get paid for that clunky little plug there.