>You decide it's best to deal with the immediate problems before they disappear on you or get worse. >You return upstairs to find the changeling exactly where you last left it - sound asleep still. You wonder how something so seemingly innocuous could be so dangerous to the world. You've heard the same stories as everyone else, though, and you remind yourself that their innocent nature is supposed to be one of their main weapons. >If worse comes to worse, you've still got the shovel with you. Carefully, you edge closer and then poke the slumbering creature with the aforementioned shovel.
"Come on, wake up little...thingie." Your careful not to sound too aggressive, though some fear and worry was beginning to creep up on you. >"Five...more minutes..." the changeling mumbled in response. You poke it with a bit more force. Finally the thing stirs awake, its shimmering green eyes opening wide and slowly settling on your figure. >Then it let out a startled shriek. It immediately bolted skywards, but apparently forgot that it was indoors and promptly ran straight into an overhanging support beam. Its tiny figure fell straight back into the bed, thoroughly stunned by the impact... >Truly these creatures were a terror to behold.
Apparently changeling hunting isn't as difficult as you thought. What do you do now?