ONCE…..a very long time ago. It was a very dark hot night in the Summer. Whitman street. Carteret NJ. Everyone was sleeping.
Except for me.
All I wanted was something cool. Something really magical and wonderful.
In this dark sleeping house…….I wandered…..alone……and frightened that I may be caught.
In the upstairs hallway I placed a jar. Full of “lightening bugs” that I had captured earlier. Hundreds of them.
And in the middle of the upstairs hallway….I opened the jar….and let them out.
It wasn’t as magical and wonderful as I thought. Everyone was sleeping anyway.
And the next morning there were hundreds of dead bugs everywhere.
It was pretty disgusting. It was me. I did it. I am deeply sorry.
-signed
George
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 07/07/2008 18:00:45
your apology is NOT accepted !
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 07/25/2008 20:02:49
Well I am sure they gave you plenty of enjoyment that night, not only when you deployed your ‘attack’ but during the evening when you caught them. I have many memories as a young girl running around catching firflies in a mason jar. I don’t see them much these days.
They could have befallen a worse fate thatn dying in your hallway:
A few adult Lightning Bug species practice an especially tricky kind of cannibalism. Already-mated females emit flashes similar to the female responses to male Lightning Bugs of other species. When the male of the other species lands, the female emitting the false flashes pounces on the poor male and eats him!
At least you didn’t EAT them!
–A
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