Confession: I’m actually afraid of wax replicas. One of my first horror movies was Vincent Price’s House of Wax, a movie where a part owner burns down a wax museum to get insurance, injuring his other partner who comes back to rebuild his beloved museum by using murder victims covered in a thin layer of wax. CREEPY, and I’ve just never wanted to get too close to a wax figure again.
Please enjoy Jacob being funny, and now having the insider knowledge to notice my slightly creeped out looked and awkward extra feet between each figure in every image.
And then instantly back to afraid….
And when you’re leaving CA, there is no better place to end an amazing trip by spending your last hour standing in line for a Coconut Strawberry Boba Time!