The first time I was bitten by a leech, I was swimming in a West Virginia river. I remember the scene perfectly: I crawled out to dry off and tried to wipe the mud off my knees, but the leech wouldn’t ...

I’m terrified of leeches, but desperate to stop avoiding lakes. So I called a leech therapist, learned what a leech facial actually involves, and discovered that exposure therapy isn’t always what you ...