Same here, it's rabid glass & excavation compulsion. The only cure, take one probe, a shovel and dig furiously like a wolverine, until striking glass. After the reality sets in , that your standing on a pile of trash, you wake up as in a dream, only to realize, your in the productive layer , down in a 18 foot deep privy . You have sudden delusions of grandeur , your personality changes, becoming the educated professional archeologist, you always wanted to be, but never will. Even so, You find yourself whisking a embossed Christmas Coke or a amber Certo with a horsehair brush, like their a amulet in King Tut's tomb. It's not fever, it's an obsession!