| Comment | This place was mental. I had my birthday party here when I was 9 or 10. It was pretty run down, and the late owner took us round himself. Highlights:
*He let me and my pals go into the porcupine enclosure to get quills as souvenirs. The porcupines ran away, thankfully.
*My pal tried to ride some kind of massive rare sheep, which promptly ran off.
*The insect house was run by an oldish woman with a strong eastern European accent, who let us handle weird bugs. We had to stand away from the walls though, because a poisonous centipede had apparently escaped.
*The reptile house guy encouraged us to take pocketfuls of LIVE CRICKETS home with us - they were bred to feed the lizards.
*The owner's son followed us around, but always stayed at a distance. I think he was autistic. |
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