Week five, Mehlhorn

I was talking to the intern in art class. He was telling me a story that went as follows, "The other day our studio mates were throwing snowballs at our window. After a while they decided to stop and build a snowman instead. When we went out to look at the snowman he had fallen apart sadly. Among the ruins of the snowman was a ball of cigarettes." I responded with, "How environmentally conservative of them." He then reassured me that they did clean the cigarettes up, due to the squirrels on campus that they enjoy watching. After a slight pause I responded. Without much thought I said, "Can squirrels get addicted? Would they know they have an addiction or would they just be aware of the fact that they are in need of something and just cannot for the life of them figure out what it is?" I looked up. We made eye contact and he burst out laughing. I was a little shocked, I guess I never realized that the crazy things running through my head were actually worthwhile to hear.