Hmmm... *thinks long and hard* I had a shed cicada skin that I kept around for about half a year, he had a name, I think it was Orson. zthen there was my tower fan in freshman year of college, we gave him a mustache and a hat and called him Samson. THEN there's my friend Pete who's mediated debates between a toad and a small tree, learned all the ferns of New York by taste, came to class regularly drunk and with his parrot in his jacket, among many other crazy things.

I attract crazies :P