Oddlets from United Kingdom.

If the world's greatest mystery writer vanished for eleven days and registered at a hotel under her husband's mistress's name, what exactly was she solving?

He grafted a human tooth onto a rooster's head to see what would happen. It grew.

A bishop sealed her inside a stone room, and she stayed for forty years — then T.S. Eliot quoted her during the Blitz.

He rode a caiman like a horse, built the world's first nature reserve, and accidentally set in motion the theory of evolution.

The zoo that once refused to hire him now sends its directors to the training academy he built.

He inoculated himself with a patient's discharge to settle a scientific question, and his reputation was so enormous that nobody checked his work for fifty-one years.

A paint-eating raven died, got stuffed, and ended up inspiring two of the most famous works in English literature — from two different writers.

He built the largest ballroom in England and used it to roller-skate alone.

He kept pigs as hunting dogs, trained otters to fish, and when the King of England finally summoned him to court, he had a scheduling conflict.

She had a coffin she liked to lie in before writing each morning, to focus her mind.

She arrived at the Royal Society in 1666, critiqued their methods to their faces, and they used her visit as justification to ban every woman who came after her — for 278 years.

He inherited 132,000 acres at age two and died in a debtors' prison at thirty-seven, and those are not the strange parts.