Pot o' gold

My middle daughter came home from school on Monday and announced she was going to make a leprechaun trap.

I myself have never heard of such a thing, but she assured me that she had it on good authority that not only were there such things, but that they actually worked.

My husband jumped right in, as he loves all things holiday. This was just his kind of nutty.

They rounded up the necessary household items and got to work.


You see, there is a large hole under that aluminum foil, which the unlucky guy will fall into when he greedily goes to grab the silver coins from the gold bag



My daughter keenly pointed out last night that we had to leave the trap against something, so that the sneaky leprechaun couldn't just go to the other side to grab the gold bag.

So she set it outside on the deck against the wall.

While out there, she and my oldest daughter heard noises coming from the tree. I assured them it was just a tree rat, but they remained unconvinced; their stepdad joined their cause and rooted around the tree with a crutch, while my oldest climbed on up. Alas, they found nothing out of the ordinary.

Just oranges and leaves.

By this point, as you can imagine, they were all riled up, and getting them to bed was no easy feat. But somehow, with visions of creepy midgets dancing in their heads, the drifted off.

And this morning? Disappointed they were not. That mischievous trickster had been hard at work.

Wha?

WTF?

Crutches and chocolate coins?!

Damn! No leprechaun, but he did leave some loot. (And what the hell would we do with a leprechaun anyway?)

Needless to say, the trap was a smashing success, even if we didn't get to keep the miniature man. The girls were quite impressed.

Then they went to get their morning cereal....

Happy St. Patty's day, everybody!