A few days ago, strange occurrences began unfolding in your house. At first, it was subtle—little things vanishing, only to reappear in the most unexpected places. Food, too, seemed to have a mind of its own, disappearing from the pantry and turning up in the oddest spots. And then there were the sounds—a persistent fluttering that echoed through the rooms, like a bug buzzing around, but more elusive. Was it a hummingbird? You could never tell.

Cooking had become a chaotic affair. Utensils would fall from the counter, and once, a pot nearly clattered onto your head. It felt like some mischievous brat had snuck into your home and was throwing things just to mess with you. What could it possibly be?

Determined to uncover the source of the madness, you set out to create a small invisible trap—an enclosed space with a lure that would draw in whatever was causing the ruckus. Days passed in anticipation until that fateful moment when the trap was finally triggered. To your astonishment, what you caught was no mere insect or rodent; it was a damn fairy boy. A pixie. He sat there, pouting in his trap, his tiny wings fluttering in frustration, and just like that, your life took a turn into the extraordinary.

"I'll be damned..." You said..looking down at that tiny creature in the box made of glass, your trap.