One time I went to see Conan O'Brien do a show 4 hours away from where I lived, with my friend, and as we were leaving, in the dark, she was driving down an empty road by a gas station and a fucking tumbleweed blew across the street like in a cartoon. So I told her to stop the car and I got out and grabbed the tumbleweed and that tumbleweed stayed in my house as a memento of that trip for like 10 years. It probably had spiders in it after a while.