The QI Elves on twitter (@qikipedia) made my day recently.
Back in the earliest days of this blog, I confessed a long-held fear of mine. Not of something understandable, like heights, or spiders. Or snakes. Or the idea of Eddie McGuire one day becoming the president of an Australian republic.
No. A fear of dinosaurs. A fear that can be traced back to seeing Jurassic Park at the cinema when I was ten years old.
And THAT scene. That kitchen scene. You know the one. The velociraptors OPEN THE KITCHEN DOOR with their SCARY CLAW HANDS and then STALK THE INNOCENT CHILDREN around the kitchen.
They are CUNNING. INTELLIGENT. PATIENT.
Yeah. That scene.
Well, the QI Elves (and Wikipedia) inform me that Steven Spielberg and the rest of the Jurassic Park crew exaggerated the size of our friend the Velociraptor.
Just a little bit.
|Velociraptor compared in size to a human.
Or a lot.
Velociraptor was the size of a chicken. A duck. It even had feathers.
Yes, it still had the scary claws designed for disembowelling, and sharp, pointed teeth, but all in a tiny little chicken-duck-sized frame. It was not the larger, reptilian, baby Tyrannosaurus Rex-like creature portrayed in the film.
Thank you, QI Elves.
Did the idea of Velociraptors stalking you through a stainless steel kitchen keep you awake at night when you were younger? What movie has invaded your nightmares?