Anyone that’s seen Jurassic Park, or any of its summer-fixture spinoffs, knows that dinosaurs lived large. There was never a bigger badass than T. rex.
I’m sure it’s not top-of-mind for paleontologists, but they owe Hollywood a big hug. For decades, creepy old dinosaur bones were hidden away in musty museum basements, but blockbuster movies like Jurassic Park changed all that.
A hungry mosquito buzzes through a thick Lithuanian pine forest in search of a plump Eohippus. Her empty bug belly growls a warning that she hasn’t eaten, but still, she decides to rest.
OK. Go on. Get it out of the way. Let the giggles and tee-hees commence. State park names don’t come much funnier than this, and if there’s a better example of a double entendre out there I can’t imagine it.