Fireflies are not Jewelry

It's summer & of course Oscar is digging the fireflies all around every night.  He insists I catch them, which I do, but then he wants to keep them, which we don't for all of the obvious reasons.  He handles them with a mixture of awe & repulsion...it's kinda cool to witness actually.  I always think about the made-for-prison kids of my childhood that immediately stamped them out on the sidewalk to see the trail of fluorescence.  You know, the ones that didn't act out of curiosity or experiment, just plain ol' mean.  Sigh...  Good news - I don't have one of those. Happy Tuesday!  xoxo