It is a thrill for this grandmother naturalist to arrive in town at 8:30 PM to find my grandson and his daddy catching 'lightning plugs' and opening their hands carefully to reveal to me the bright treasures also known as lightning bugs. Sometimes he calls them flashlight bugs.
'Look SweetHart.'
As I posted briefly on my trip, he's a champion frog catcher. Most of them are thumb-size gray-green or reddish brown jumpers. He holds his hand only partly closed so they're safe.
The bug box holds the find and plenty of grass for food. He's careful to release the wildlife soon enough after careful study that they don't 'run out of batteries.'
This boy is fearless, so his mother tells him that spiders and bees need their space.
The beetle hangs upside down from SweetHart's hand with its 'stickery' feet.
So far Little Brother is only interested in kicking balls and 'vrooming' cars. I hope he leaves the bug catching to Big Brother.
Remembering
With a Full Heart
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