A few days ago, my son made a leprechaun trap for a school project. He took it to school and waited to see if a leprechaun would show up. One did. And he wasn't very nice!
"Mama," my son said when he came home from school. "The leprechaun destroyed my trap!"
"Really?' I said. "What did he do?"
"He ripped off the door and bashed a hole through the wall."
"It sounds like he was mad!" I said.
"Yeah. And do you know what else?"
My son grinned. "He pooped in there!"
I looked at that kid. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. There was a sparkly turd on the floor."
I tried not to laugh. "Oh. Well, I guess even leprechauns have to go potty. Next time design the trap with a bathroom!"
(The leprechaun did leave a nice green bead necklace. I guess that's the least he could do after all the trouble he caused!)