Kate hesitated. She had to catch and fling two gnomes. She shuddered, then remembered she was wearing gloves. Thank goodness for gloves. Rolling up her sleeves a little bit, Kate looked around for a gnome. She needed to get started, and for that she needed a gnome. "Here, gnomey, gnomey…" Seriously, though, where were all of them?

Aha! A gnome!

Completely forgetting that she wasn't supposed to hurt it and that it would try to bite her, Kate pounced on the gnome. Pinning it down with two hands, she noticed it trying to bite her. Oh. She needed to keep her fingers away from its nasty gnome teeth. Kate wrinkled her nose. Gripping it carefully around its potato-y torso, Kate picked up the gnome and grinned at her accomplishment.

She had caught a gnome with her bare (well, gloved) hands!