I don’t even remember his name, but we participated in a really boring field research job in college. I worked with him quietly for a couple of sporadic days, and one day, I just decided to randomly ask him:
“So if a caterpillar falls from an airplane, is it gonna die or will it bounce off because of all its bristles? ‘Cause you know, they’re so fuzzy and all.”
“Uhhh… it’ll die for sure” he said adamantly while he thought. “I mean, there’s no way it’d survive it” he said.
He was an easy going guy. I normally didn’t talk to guys, and I had no attraction for him, but looking back; I could have.
That was the end of our conversation.