The Handless Imps

I’m worried about the Imps.

How do they manage? I know they are here by the evidence, or lack thereof, that they leave behind. Lately, I lay awake in the night and hear their soft pitter patter down the hall, their nightly trek to the danger zone, and their self-satisfied retreat afterwards, but I still just don’t understand how they do it. How do the Imps, who apparently have no hands, manage to feed themselves?

No hands, you ask, how do you come to that conclusion? Well, it’s got something to do with the dirty dishes that mysteriously materialise overnight. Before I go to bed each night I wash and stack the dishes neatly on the sink, and yet each morning I rise to find more, so, therefore, it must be the Handless Imps.  My thinking is thus, dirty dishes not washed or stacked = no hands to do it with, therefore Handless Imps. Pretty straightforward thought process there, I think you will agree.

I know I shouldn’t worry, they are obviously capable of scavenging without hands, maybe they have adapted their feet or teeth or elbows….. but I’m just wondering what will happen when the Handless Imps meet the Itwasntme’s and the Ididntdoit’s … but that’s another story.

Happiness is kind words from a friend …..

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