Since nobody seems to think I'm crazy for hanging on to the cigarette butt, I believe I'll tell you a little more about it. In 1976, when I was home from college on Christmas break, my purse (with the butt inside it) was snatched. The punk got my dorm room key, my house keys, my driver's license and of course, my wallet and money, but, I swear to God, I was most upset about that butt! I was too embarrassed to tell the investigating officer that I had a rock singer's cigarette butt in the purse, so I never mentioned it. I spent 6 months kicking myself for carrying the thing around with me. Thanks to a six year old girl who was playing in a ravine and found my purse and ALL its contents (except the money), I got it back! The thief had apparently sat in the ravine and rummaged through the purse. He probably wondered why on earth I had a cigarette butt taped up in a plastic cassette case! But I got it back and that's all I cared about.