Most museums have their exhibits in some kind of logical order, collected by theme or time period or something that makes some kind of sense. Ripley's shall not be held to such pedestrian organizational schemes. We started in a room that featured reproductions of the Crown Jewels, tiny carvings done on the head of a toothpick that could only be seen with the provided magnifying glass, and a wall of swords. There might have also been a replica of a basketball game and its audience in the stands made entirely of carpenter ants, but I'm not sure. In other words, the romance game was big, and she grabbed my hand as we moseyed over to the wax figure of Ripley himself and one of the many displays about what a Great Explorer he was, interested in anything weird. It became clear pretty quickly that "weird" mostly meant bodies that don't look like bodies you see on TV (think really big or small, really short or tall, or even just with really long fingernails), anything from Africa or Asia, and art made from stuff that's not paint, plaster, or other supplies you'd find in the art cabinet of an elementary school.