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| | Leech Lady, Pearson Museum, Springfield, Illinois |
 | | While we try, unsuccessfully, to knock the hungry leeches back into their refrigerator jar, Barbara tells us that she began as the assistant to the late Emmet F. Pearson, the doctor who founded this museum. |
 | | His collection of disinfected mail, now part of the museum, is probably the most extensive in the world (Until the mid-20th century, one way mail was routinely "disinfected" during disease outbreaks was by punching holes in the envelopes and leaving them for hours in railway boxcars filled with burning sulfur fumes.). |
 | | Barbara mentions that the leeches hit you with a natural anesthetic, which is why we won't notice them if they attach to us (Hours later, on the interstate, our skin crawls as we hallucinate escapees quietly drinking our blood). |
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