I love going to museums. The carefully arranged display cases, the history, the amazing art, the creepy, creepy sculptures lurking around every corner. I think the photo today speaks for itself.
As you can see from his leering, Ezekiel* is not messing around. You come near his fruit and he will take you down. The girls wouldn't go anywhere near him, but I was fascinated by the additional face on his belly. I think that creeped me out just slightly more than his overtly menacing expression.
* Not the sculpture's real name/title but, fitting, I think, nonetheless. He looks like what I picture the biblical Ezekiel as: Wild eyes, crazy hair, mouth open in amazement or hunger or a blood-curling scream of death.