I haven't been to the L&SM since I was in fifth grade. I had vague recollections of a lunar pod, the train and Mark Carroll. I was 12 & my priorities at that time were somewhat skewed. J had taken the girls two years ago, while I was busy with being a bridesmaid for my sister's wedding production. They were taken with the pooping caterpillar on display in the butterfly house and I have to admit, I was curious to see what this pooping caterpillar was.
The outer grounds are enormous; huge acreage devoted to "The Wild" with black bears, ringtailed lemurs and red wolves and "Country Barn", farm animals are on display (it was one chicken away from horrible flashbacks of my summers spent with my Grandma Holloman). There is a half mile "Dinosaur Trail", where you can amble among dinos ready to turn you into their lunch. The trail culminates in a fossil dig (perhaps serving a warning to any pesky dino who succeeds in turning a tourist into a canape'). Lulu has an uncanny ability to spot fossilized shark teeth a mile away (perhaps due to her daily practice of looking for shoes in the landfill she calls her room) and we walked away with the 6 fossil limit.
|Got to love child labor!|
The butterfly house was a must see on this trip (after all, I had a pooping caterpillar to check out). In addition to butterflies, there are also exhibits on large bugs (which I could do without) and frogs, so of course Lulu was riveted (I resisted the urge to put "ribbeted"). I couldn't get over how tame the butterflies were. The butterfly house even has a mirrored exit hallway so that guests can inspect themselves to be sure no butterflies were tagging along on a ride to the outside world. I did get to see the pooping caterpillar, which is in effect, a very large green caterpillar hanging onto a leaf. He (she? it?) was sleeping so I didn't get to see the magnified eating/pooping process. Oh well. I'll take it on their word that it is as cool as they made it sound.
Of course any trip to Durham would be remiss to exclude a tour of Duke's campus.
|One day I hope to say "My child and my money go to Duke".|