Dance of the Firefly Catchers

Living vicariously through the girls, I prodded Drew to take the girls out to catch fireflies.

It was probably too dark by the time we went out, it was a lot harder to follow their path when they weren't blinking. The first must have been a dud, I didn't see it blink once.

The second was harder to catch being the girls each had their own little glass jars and were zig-zagging across the yard, probably scaring all the fireflies to stop blinking, but this one seemed to blink virtually non-stop. We looked at them up close for a bit – they have what might be described as "beady eyes" –, and then promised to try again another night, starting at an earlier time.