Catching Fireflies
A couple of weeks ago, I was working in the garden and noticed a firefly (or lightning bug if you prefer). It was the first one I had seen of the season, and I couldn't wait to go tell Ean. He loves to catch them and put them in a jar, or whatever we can find. We usually try to build an entire habitat to make sure the firefly has food and even water, and sometimes, we catch multiples so they don't get lonely. Catching fireflies as a child is a good memory for me. Not all of my childhood memories are good ones. Is anyone's? In fact, a lot of my childhood memories aren't great. Or the ones I can actually remember anyway. I have vague memories of some things that were unpleasant, but fortunately, the memory often works in my favor. I just can't always remember the bad stuff. Fireflies though, I remember. I remember being at Grandma and Grandpa's and catching them in the yard on warm summer nights. Sometimes, we'd have an old pasta sauce or peanut b