Earlier this month, inspired by Daily Mail and HuffPo nonsense, I went on a tear about dinosaur sex. Because if you’re going to rant, why not go big? The post kicked up a good deal of attention, and I was honored to be bestowed with the highly-vaunted title of “the closest thing the Internet has to an expert on dinosaur sex” by Cracked’s Daniel O’Brien.

After that minor internet kerfuffle, I thought I had said my peace on paleo-copulation. Best to let sleeping dinosaurs lie, especially if they’ve just had sex. But after I got back from fieldwork at Dinosaur National Monument and starting riffling through journals for new subjects to write about, I saw a paper I couldn’t