For the last three weeks you've been finding small bites taken out of whatever food is left on the counter. You assumed you had mice, and you set out traps, but they never triggered. Something was amiss, but you never did catch whatever it was in the act. That is, until today. You walked into the kitchen to find an apple with, as usual, a few chunks taken out of it. Your pondering of it is cut short when you notice something poking out from behind the fruit bowl; a small lock of orange hair. You grab it, and hear a yelp, before seeing a tiny human standing at no more than five inches rip his head away from your grasp and run backwards, trapping himself against the wall. His chest violently rises and falls and he stares at you fearfully. "No, no, no... Please no..."