This morning we were called upon to babysit our youngest granddaughter while her parents went for a morning workout. Her older sister was out-of-town but her best friend was there for a sleepover. It’s a good thing I’m not a leprechaun (at 6′ 4″, I’ve never been mistaken for one). There to greet us was a leprechaun trap! I’ll let the pictures do the talking:
A very friendly welcome sign....
What leprechaun could resist?
An inviting trail.....
The suspense builds...
Just a lit bit farther......
Nearing the end of the rainbow....
Finally, the pot of gold!
And jewelry!.
The intrepid leprechaun trappers and their own pot of gold.
DISCLAIMER:
No actual leprechaun was harmed in the writing of this blog.
The Cvillean 