(I think it's you. If I'm misremembering and it was someone else, my apologies to whoever deserves the call-out. Well, not apologies, really, because at the end of the day, isn't a minor Internet mistake so small a thing that you would have to be a real asshole to get exercised about it? Seriously, who do you think you are, and why are you all like, "Hey, some anonymous guy on the Internet forgot that it was me he had this conversation with a couple of months ago?" Up yours, jerk.)

Sorry. Anyway, someone and I had a conversation a while back about a story in the New Yorker about an unbelievably precocious eleven year-old and a trip to a glowworm grotto. I wasn't crazy about the story, but I loved the imagery. Well, earlier today I was looking at one of those annoying "97 chicken parts that you will NOT believe are in your McNuggets!" lists (editor's note: it's the cervix) when I noted that they also had a link for places that one apparently would have a hard time believing existed. The images are quite striking, and include, appropriately enough, a glowworm grotto: