We stopped by the Olmsted County History Museum. It was underwhelming…until you turn the corner from the exhibit on the 1883 F5 tornado aftermath (which wasn’t what I would exactly describe as cheery). Then it was a horror show.
My five-year-old absolutely refused to enter the room below. I think he was upset because he saw a commercial for a new TV series: The Headless Horseman.
But, before the headless military officers, there’s the surgery theater. My mother was particularly bothered by one of the mannequin doctors. “He’s looking right at you!” Yes, on top of the horrible scene, the Dr. Grimm gives you the stink eye. Sweet.
Here’s the surgery that the Clinic so nicely invites you to watch for learning/entertainment. So what I am saying is that my Sunday afternoon is booked, people. I’m busy breathing germs into a surgery theater.
There’s also a spooky nurse watching over a child having some kind of conniption or demonic possession.
(Please refrain from commenting on the Clinic and the wonderful work done there. I will just delete your comment. This is solely a commentary on the creepy museum. Because >_< WTH with the mannequins?)