The Attack of the Rouge Brownie

In my last post I briefly mentioned how we didn't have any clean dishes left. You might have assumed this is because we were too busy to wash the dishes or the fact that I hate doing dishes. This is entirely not true. The truth is that lately our humble apartment has been under attack by a rouge brownie.

For those of who are unfamiliar with brownies and their folklore let me explain a little. (I give credit to Wikipedia for this scholarly information.) A brownie is a legendary kind of creature popular in folklore around Scotland and England. Brownies are said to inhabit houses and aid in tasks around the house. However, they don't like to be seen and will only work at night, traditionally in exchange for small gifts or food. They take quite a delight in porridge and honey. They seldom are seen by humans and live in the unused portion of the house in which work in. House elves, as depicted in Harry Potter, have several characteristics of Brownies.

I believe that we have a Brownie living in our apartment. This Brownie doesn't eat porridge, but pies. Our brownie used to live in our office, in the little extra space that we had there. Recently we filled up every nook and cranny of our apartment with furniture. I believe that our Brownie turned rouge in protest to losing its home. Our rouge Brownie now dirties all our dishes, sprinkles crumbs on the floor and scatters our belongings throughout the apartment. Lately the attacks have gotten worse. I don't know what to do. Jared and I have tried everything. If anyone reading this blog has information on how to neutralize our rouge Brownie, we could really use it.

A possible depiction of what a Brownie could look like. Hopefully ours wears more clothing.