“They’ve been here. I can smell them.” The gnome catcher wrinkled her formidable nose, nostrils expanding like bat wings. “In fact,…”
I sniffed tentatively. Paperwhites, a hint of apple blossom, the chemical reek of geranium. No gnomes.
“What do they smell like?” I asked with a smile. For all their reputation, goblins look more droll than dreadful, and this gnarled creature doubly so.

“Feral Gnomes”

About the story: What to do when a spray of feral gnomes invades your garden?