Fancy Shmancy

I was at the Bell Museum of Natural History yesterday. It was quite nice and natural (I didn't see much history) and there was a big snake that made me want to speak Parseltongue. Anyway, on the top floor, tucked into the back corner that you could only get to by going through a small sketchy hallway was an art gallery. I'm not an art critic, but I will tell you I was unimpressed. However, it appears these two visitors enjoyed it much more than I.

Fancy as hell indeed, my good friend.