To Catch A Laundry Gnome

I have a miniature replica of Mount Kilimanjaro in the corner of my living room made entirely out of laundry.
I'm going to pause for a moment, to let you reflect on my level of enthusiasm for geographical marvels.

It's pretty amazing.

However, a towel shortage in the kitchen and bathrooms have led me to believe it may be time to disassemble the mountain. Like the sane responsible adult that I am, I don't want to.

I mean I REALLY don't want to.

I started snatching towels and washcloths off of the top of the mountain. After all, I would wash them, replace them and no one would be the wiser.... Then Alex surprised me with a basket of dirty laundry he had been saving for me. And I changed all the bed linens. And then a little diaper laundry landed on the mountain. Now all the towels and washcloths aren't immediately accessible, and I'm a little uneasy about being buried in a laundry landslide.

I just don't think that would look right in my obituary.

So, folding laundry it is.

But, just as hope was flying out the window, I heard the soft whisper of a rumor. A mystical magical creature called the Laundry Gnome.

I immediately started Googling.

Alas, it was to no avail.

I realized that I would have to pioneer this quest on my own. I started reflecting on the stories I had heard as a child. There had to be a common element. With a sudden stroke of genius, I realized the key ingredient to gnome/elf luring technique. One must always leave gift.

Here's hoping!