The gremlin snickered quietly to himself, as he waited in the kitchen bin. The plan was that, when the female occupant of the house next decided to throw away some old veg or something, he would leap out and surprise her and hopefully cause a bit of mess in the process.
Sadly this opportunity passed him by, for when the time came, he got his foot entangled in a banana skin and was unable to release it at the appropriate juncture.
So he waited some more. All day and all night. So long, in fact, that he got cramp in his big toe. And he got his elbow stuck in an empty pickle jar. Such was his discomfort, by the time the female occupant opened the bin to toss in a cheese wrapper and some tomato bits, that it was all he could do to emit a feeble grunt and shuffle slightly. Needless to say, this also passed unnoticed by the bin-owner.
Third time lucky, thought the gremlin, as he extracted his elbow from the pickle jar, massaged his big toe and mentally checked all his various body parts, to make sure nothing was stuck in anything else. While he was concentrating on undertaking such calculations, however, he didn't notice that the bin bag had been taken out of the bin, tied up and tossed into a skip outside.
'Arse,' said the gremlin, as the skip trundled off down the road towards the tip.