Oddlets from Germany.

What does a man who made three fortunes — in indigo, saltpeter, and Sacramento gold dust — do for an encore at forty-eight?

At fifty-two, a divorced naturalist sold every painting she owned and sailed to a malarial jungle to paint a spider no one believed existed.

What does a twelfth-century abbess do when an archbishop orders her to exhume a body she has decided to keep?

What does it take for an 18th-century woman, raised in a kitchen, to become the first person ever paid by the British Crown for science?

Why did a woman in 1888 push an automobile down an alley at dawn while her husband slept upstairs?

What happens when a man in a cardboard lobster suit accidentally starts chanting Catholic mass?

What happens when a wanted gem thief decides he's the right person to publish someone else's tall tales?

He translated the hieroglyphics on a famous Roman fountain. They are complete nonsense, chiseled in stone, and tourists photograph them every day.

He had a second, fancier iron hand built for Sundays.

He boiled 1,500 gallons of urine looking for gold and accidentally discovered the first new element since antiquity.