On faeries.

So, my house has faeries. It does. Very often, things will go missing, only to pop up a day or two later in a place I looked three or four times the day previous. The faeries? They like silver. Lots. One of my PMC pieces went missing earlier in the week. I searched all over. I took apart my sterling silver findings box compartment by compartment. And yesterday? It popped up again, in the top of one of those compartments.

This is a fairly normal occurrence in my house. If I get *really* impatient, leaving out a saucer of milk overnight generally does the trick.

Jason laughed and joked, but pretty much did not believe it. Until.

He went to the grocery two days ago. Among the things he bought was a specific kind of mustard. He was unpacking the bags on the counter when he noted that the mustard he'd bought didn't seem to have made it in the bag. He checked the fridge, just in case he'd already put it away. All three shelves, both side compartments. Nada. He pouted.

This morning, I went in the fridge to get milk for my tea. "Oh, so you found the mustard?" I asked. It was sitting right in the side door, label out.

"No," he said. "Damn faeries."

(Although I don't mind mischievous little sprites who generally bring things back, I do have to say that I'd like to campaign for a house Brownie.)