Sorry - 100% thread creep below.

Rick, sounds like you have the Sergio Leone type of leprechaun up there. Was his pot of gold more like a fistful? Was he a Leprechaun With No Name? Did he carry around a little wind-up music box that played Si Beag Si Mhor, and when the music ran down would whip out his shilelagh (or however you spell it) and beat the living crap out of the nearest person?

I don't believe for one minute that Heather squashed the cats when she landed.

Harpgirl, "Forty Two Lawyers on the Letterhead" is either a song title or a great band name.