My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after soap opera villains because you'll only end up with a zebra in your pinky finger." I never quite understood his advice until one Midsummer, I was gardening with my best friend Anita. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was spectacular and spooky sounds came from deep within. Anita saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!