A dead rat. I found it, gave it funeral rites, put it in a tiny plastic coffin, stored it in the freezer. From time to time, I’d take the coffin out, put it in my bag, carry around with me for several hours, so the rat’s soul wouldn’t feel lonely. Then back in the freezer. This went on for at least a year.

Friends started to make bets that within 5 minutes of any conversation, I’ll perk up and say excitedly, “I researched that!” And then bring up obscure, detailed facts. I don’t like that I can be so predictable… But wait, you ask, did the three fates have names? Well, I only know the Greek version, but there were Roman fates, fates in other cultures, woah, that made me think of Romulus and Remus for some reason, I read a fascinating book about them… 2 minutes later we are talking about the rise and fall of Rome, and the geopolitical realities of some obscure eastern European country in the spring of 1654.