Walking in Gulfport, I looked down and saw something tiny at the base of a large tree, something so small only shoegazers and children might have a chance of noticing it. I got down on my knees to examine it, and it's a tiny green door with an even tinier doorknob. And a tiny handpainted sign nearby reads, Shhhh! Pixie is present & is sleeping. Quiet please!"
I didn't open the door. Who am I to disturb a pixie?