We were a family of LET ME SEE ITs. Simultaneously intrigued and repulsed by our own effluvia. Our house was full of pickled specimens, mostly Gerry’s: Tooth extractions, kidney crystals, gelatinous abscesses that floated like jellyfish.
If pressed, where would obliging surgeons draw the line?
“Surely,” says Jane, “they wouldn‘t let you bring an amputated limb home.”
Maybe. But they let Dad keep a huge calcified gallstone in a baby food jar that you could shake like a maraca.
Inspired by Mark's Polyp. Photo: Cucumbers by Laurie.
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