Heather P.
Yelp
I want to begin by saying that this review is entirely subjective. The girl at the register seemed very nice and I'm sure for a lot of people, old teeth, medical junk and dead things stuffed with sawdust are right up your alley, but I was just skeeved out.
As we left, my boyfriend turned to me and said, "Did that place sell anything but children's nightmares?" For some of you, I'm sure that sounds amazing.
I checked out the website before we dropped in, but was still unprepared for just how much of Wooly Mammoth's inventory is taxidermy, bones, and dead things in jars. It was like walking into the garage of a budding serial killer. I really do not like taxidermy, and it is so pervasive there that the place smells like... taxidermy.
I love antiques, stores that sell weird things, and resale shops. I didn't find anything of interest at Wooly Mammoth, but I did find: a container of old dental crowns and implants, scary old medical and dental implements ("Nazi torture devices?" - Boyfriend), a bin of dismembered doll parts, a jar of used lead bullets, the tail of a buffalo, a mummified deer skull, lots of other skulls, freeze dried mice and fetal pigs in jars, dead insects and bits of dead insects, a lamp made out of a taxidermied lizard, sets of glass eyes, plenty of full-scale taxidermy, a lamp made out of the leg of an unidentified ungulate, a skinless stuffed cat of some sort, various gooey things in jars and tubes, terrifying old photographs, mounted heads of dead things, and some poor animal's entire spinal column.
I wanted to like this place so badly, but by the time we left I was just queasy. Recommended for: People who like taxidermy, avant-garde artists, people trying to decorate a hunting lodge, sociopaths curious about dead things, lovers of the macabre and grotesque. Just not me. Bummer.