When I was a little kid, we called what most people call "fireflies" by a different name: "lightning bugs."
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood were hanging out in the back yard after dark, just watching those little buggers light up the yard.
Turns out, I just found out, they were trying to get laid.
Who knew?
Anyway, I was just out walking Atticus and saw my first lightning bug in what has to be at least ten years. What a wonderful feeling, to be gobsmacked by the past that way.
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood were hanging out in the back yard after dark, just watching those little buggers light up the yard.
Turns out, I just found out, they were trying to get laid.
Who knew?
Anyway, I was just out walking Atticus and saw my first lightning bug in what has to be at least ten years. What a wonderful feeling, to be gobsmacked by the past that way.
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