The other day I shared the trick to getting my teenage son to come along to the Pez Museum with me: Promise him a bucket of candy.
Well, how did I get my husband to come along to the Trash Museum with me?
Promise him a bucket of beer.
First, we searched for scavenger hunt items in the Temple of Trash. Note the seagull eerily poised above my family’s heads, a perfect reminder of childhood trips to the dump.
The museum, run by the Connecticut Resources Recovery Authority, was well organized with information on reducing waste and recycling.
After touring the exhibits, we watched the trucks coming in and the recyclables being sorted from the mountain of debris.
As we approached our car in the parking garage, we heard a woman shout to us: “Anyone want to help me get a dead bird off my car?”
This was either the weirdest set up to a mugging or a woman who needed help getting a dead bird off her car.
My husband said the only thing he could say in that situation: “Sure!”
He went over to her car expecting a little robin or sparrow, and there was a humongous seagull, dead, with its leg stuck in her headlight. She had been standing there for who knows how long, trying to pull it out and losing her nerve.
Bird removed, it was time for us to go home and prepare the haggis.
#67 (101 things in 1001 days): Go to at least five offbeat or small museums.
- Bling at the PEZ Factory
- Seagulls and the Temple of Trash
- Ireland’s Great Hunger Museum
- Melancholy at the Museum of Bad Art
- Let’s Talk About the Museum of Sex