My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after loci because you'll only end up with a crap in your freaking face." I never quite understood his advice until one fine day when it was raining cheese, I was gardening with my best friend Meap. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was awesome and weird and awesome and random and spooky sounds came from deep within. Meap saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!