Oddities Schmoddities



After posting about finding a dead hummingbird by my back door, I heard from someone who wondered if I kept any of the feathers. I did not.


Those feathers were indeed beautiful, but I am a bit of a germaphobe. As it was, after I moved the little guy out into the yard so that he could decompose (or serve some other purpose in life’s circle), I about needed a Silkwood shower. I know, I know. It’s my sickness.


But thinking about keeping things like feathers and frog skeletons – which my dear reader listed among her own collection of oddities – I got to thinking about a super cool place I once visited.


It’s called the Natural History Museum at Tring and it’s located in Tring Hertforshire in the UK. When Mister and I went, we were told by a dear friend and Tring resident that the main thing to look for was the flea wearing a sombrero. Our buddy assured us that was the most brilliant item in the museum. Once inside, we realized our friend was a bit whacked out.


The museum houses countless specimens, many now extinct. I don’t recall how far back the collection dates, but it is astounding. As Mister and I wandered around the museum, our mouths were agape in awe. There was so much to see, my brain nearly overloaded. By the time we found the flea wearing a sombrero, we had toured the entire facility and were absolutely gobsmacked.


I don’t mind when folks have their own private collections of oddities. I mean, there are limits, people. No shrunken human heads or anything. Please. But regular old stuff that occurs in our natural habitats? That’s okay. Shows a bit of character, if you ask me. Odd character, maybe. But character, just the same.


And by the way – if you ever, ever, ever find yourself near Tring, make a stop at the Museum of Natural History. It’s worth the trip. And yes, make sure you find the flea wearing a sombrero. You’re welcome.

50 Shades of Gross



Mister told me of a recent study (as written about here), where Belgian professors ran tests on commonly checked-out library books, including Fifty Shades of Grey. Their findings were unsettling and disturbing: trace amounts of cocaine and the herpes virus.


Being a wee bit of a germaphobe, this naturally led me to wonder if I should ever darken the doorstep of the public li-berry again. (The court is still out on this one.)


My next thought, friends, was to wonder what the heck people be doing with that Fifty Shades of Grey book. And where do they be rubbing it?


I haven’t read those books (and won’t), but it sounds more like 50 shades of gross to me. Yuck!