The title is a work in progress.
If I was the kind of archeologist who believed in curses, then I wouldn’t have ever become an archeologist in the first place.
Although, sure, curses exist. They exist, they’re real, and some of them mean business. And they’ll absolutely get in your business if you aren’t careful. So you need to make sure you don’t believe in them. It’s like the electricity of the Old Americans. That stuff is dangerous all on its own, and it doesn’t ask your opinion, either. Pissing on it doesn’t set it off, it just makes things worse.
Not that I can piss on things, exactly. At least, not in my true form. It’s complicated.
Anyway, my point is that believing in a curse will only make them bite you harder when one does go off; and when you’re in the exciting field of salvage archeology, you don’t need any more complications than you absolutely must. A certain mindset is needed in this field. To begin with, you can’t have the bad habit of wanting to metaphorically poke the supernatural with a stick. Or a childlike interest in danger for its own sake. Or an uncritical willingness to do things, just to see what happens next.
Well. Two out of three isn’t bad, really.