Down to a Science

On Monday, the Lady, the S.O. and I graced the Science Museum of Minnesota. At first, the copious amounts of schoolchildren running to and fro on a year-end field trip high made me nervous. Riding the exhibits like tiny bull riders at a rodeo, the Lady was equally weary of the youngsters, although her concerns revolved chiefly around the safety of the children and the preservation of the exhibits, instead of any potential damage incurred by her precious purse.

After some persuading, I decided to try out a few exhibits and learn a bit about science. First, the Lady brought me to a display about all the disgusting ‘tissue issues’ people suffer with, including warts and scabs. Really? I agreed to pose for a photograph, keeping my straps as far as possible from the festering wounds and splinters. Finely, before we left for the cheap date night, I decided to find out how many litres of blood course through my veins, so to speak. Not many, apparently!