My family is under attack by water nixies. Last week
they backed up one of our toilets then clogged a sink and a tub. They giggled
and gurgled while we tried to clean up the mess. Then, as if to make sure we
knew we were in their power, they broke a faucet, sprang leaks in two shower
fixtures and under the kitchen sink.
It doesn’t stop there. I think they’re trying to
take over. They busted two of our pasture spigots so that water shot all over
the place, creating a swamp suitable for boggarts. If that isn’t evidence of an
invasion, I’m not sure what is.
But we’re not giving in. By Saturday the plumbers
fixed everything. After paying the bill, I accused them of being in cahoots
with the nixies, but the plumbers denied it. They seemed to think I’m crazy, like
water demons don’t really exist.
But they weren’t around to see the second assault
(we suspect ice fairy involvement). Monday, our well pipes burst, resulting in
a spectacular fountain that would make any water demon proud. The ice fairies celebrated
by sliding down frozen blades of grass and skating on frozen puddles.
Again, we fought back. We sealed the breached pipe,
but those mischievous sprites rallied. Wednesday they mounted a new campaign at
our apartments, popping pipes apart, flooding the laundry room and the dwelling
next door (the tenant just moved in Saturday. Sigh.).
It took until 1 am to force those little imps back
where they came from. I went home, exhausted, but triumphant. But the war’s not
over. This morning I found a wet patch seeping across my kitchen ceiling.
Clearly, my enemy’s tiring, but hasn’t given up yet.
How am I coping? I think you can guess. If those
water nixies and ice fairies don’t back down, I’m writing them out of my story.
Ha!
Do you ever feel like imps and fairies are sneaking
around, wreaking havoc in your life?
