Mold-A-Rama baby!

When I was a little girl, we would go to Salt Lake City's Hogle Zoo. Around the zoo were these plastic mold machines, and by the monkey house you could get a monkey or a gorilla, by the big cats you could get a tiger or a lion. You get the idea. And so we would get to have one. A little sidenote: I have a thing for smells. Good smells, bad smells. I'm sensitive. So that being said, I could smell these things the minute we got off the bottom step in the hall they were in at the Field Museum. I *love* the smell these things emit. It is not something one can describe. Suffice it to say, it makes me happy and reminds me of my childhood. So of course I said they could get one. I ran out of time the first time we went, so we made it a priority.

So you put in your money.

Then hot plastic gets shot into this metal mold. (Smells soooo good!)

 

Then a bright plastic animal emerges (in our case a dinosaur).

Then that little spatula thing comes at it and pushes it off into the drop where you can reach in and grab it. Careful! It will burn you. (Last time I noticed at the zoo they didn't have these machines anywhere any more. I was sad. I suspect they got sued. )

 

 

Then you just hold it upside down for a bit and let it cool. (Didn't take long for us. It was snowing outside and we left right after this. :) )

I wish I could get in their heads sometimes. Doesn't she look baffled? Lost? Something? Give me and adjective here.