She lies on her side in deep slumber on a raised platform that runs the length of her body – all 14m of it. Her grapefruit-sized eyes are half open, hinting at the bone-chilling glare she once possessed. The rows of 30cm teeth are still sticky with day-old drool, though she isn’t about to rear up on her two hind feet to deliver the earth-trembling stomp a T. rex is so famous for.
But wait: how do we know that it’s a she-rex and not a he?
