when i was in kindergarten, i would go out and catch fireflys. it’s hard to see them during the day so you have to catch them at night. but i had to stay in the backyard or else my mom would yell because it was dark.
one time i went touside and brought a jar with me to get them but the jar broke because i trippe over my shoelace because it was dark. i didnt tell my mom because i thought she would yell more so i buried the jar pieces.
then my dog got them. he went to the hospital and they found fireflys in his stomach and glass too.
“I took her to my freshmen homecoming dance, and accidentally stuck her with a pin when putting on her flower. But she spent most of the dance with Michael Bader and I spent most the dance at a table with a bowl of Chex Mix.”—Daniel Rowell’s A Case Study In Love is brilliantly breaking and mending my heart and I recommend you read at least some of it. The stories start on page 7. (follow him/read his other awesome stuff)