So, in my book, the main character (Ellen), has a special nickname for her little sister, LeAnn. The nickname is Firefly. It was a referance to the summer prior when they had gone out and watched/caught fireflies in the night. To be completely honsest, I myself have never caught fireflies. I have only once even gone out to see them at night, and that was years ago when I was about six or seven. So last night, I ventured out and caught two fireflies, which I was pretty happy about. I put them in a clear, plastic container with holes in it and left it in my room. When I finally got around to going to bed, they had stopped lighting up. I, of course, was severely dissapointed. I had been looking forward to falling asleep in the green glow of the fireflies. So, I lay awake in bed for a few minutes, starring at the container hoping to see at least one green blink. Nothing. So, I rolled over and tried to sleep. I tossed and turned a few times, and while doing so I looked at the container one last time. One of the fireflies was making its way around the inside of the container blinking his green light. At first I was excited, but then I became a little afraid that the other firefly might have died. Thankfully, I returned both fireflies to the wild alive this morning. Although, I think I might go catch some more tonight. If you've never caught fireflies (or lightning bugs, as some people call them) I would reccomend trying it. It's pretty awesome.
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