Fireflies
Savannah and I caught fireflies tonight. We had gone outside to take a walk, but ended up taking her bug-motel out of her clubhouse and running around our yard, chasing the little insects.
After we had caught five, I told her we ought to let them go. I sat down with the bug-motel in my hands as she objected, saying that she wanted to keep them for at least...thirty minutes.
"You know what I bet fireflies eat?" I asked her.
"What?"
"Freedom."
I saw her roll her eyes at me.
"That's why, when you put them in a cage, they don't blink as much. They have to have their freedom to live."
"They don't eat freedom," she scoffed. "They eat leaves and stuff."
I smiled, recognizing defeat, and asked, "I wonder whether they eat honeysuckles or not?"
"It's worth a try," she said, walking off to find some greener leaves than the ones on the ground.
I found some honeysuckles and picked four. She held open the cage door and I stuffed two of them in, real quick-like so none of them would escape. I held the door open so she could put her leaves in, and I held out the two remaining honeysuckle flowers.
"One for you, one for me," I said.
She took hers, and eventually agreed to set the fireflies free. We walked back to the house together and left the bug-motel on the porch with the door open, so that the little creatures could fly away and again feast upon their freedom.
After we had caught five, I told her we ought to let them go. I sat down with the bug-motel in my hands as she objected, saying that she wanted to keep them for at least...thirty minutes.
"You know what I bet fireflies eat?" I asked her.
"What?"
"Freedom."
I saw her roll her eyes at me.
"That's why, when you put them in a cage, they don't blink as much. They have to have their freedom to live."
"They don't eat freedom," she scoffed. "They eat leaves and stuff."
I smiled, recognizing defeat, and asked, "I wonder whether they eat honeysuckles or not?"
"It's worth a try," she said, walking off to find some greener leaves than the ones on the ground.
I found some honeysuckles and picked four. She held open the cage door and I stuffed two of them in, real quick-like so none of them would escape. I held the door open so she could put her leaves in, and I held out the two remaining honeysuckle flowers.
"One for you, one for me," I said.
She took hers, and eventually agreed to set the fireflies free. We walked back to the house together and left the bug-motel on the porch with the door open, so that the little creatures could fly away and again feast upon their freedom.
posted by Diary of a Ghost at 8:00 PM
3 Comments:
That's awesome. I can never come up with deep stuff like that. But when I do, I really hate it when people say I'm crazy. Then I'm full of myself and think I'm the next Gallio or Shakespere, or something, and my mind is just "too advanced" for these "uncivilized people".
Lol. I sound like an idiot. But, I have to admit it's the truth.
One time, we were writing poetry in class, and we had to write about what "we saw when we looked into the mirror".
Mine went like: When I look into the mirror, I see good and evil. I see beuty and ugliness. I see saddness, but, at the same time, happiness. When I look into a mirror, I see me. When I look into a mirror, I see a human. When I look into the mirror...I see a cilavation.
I thought it was pretty good stuff for pulling it out of my butt. I let some friends read it.
One boy said: You're crazy. You have to see one thing. You can't see one thing, and then it's opposite. That's impossible.
I snatched away my poem, in half-anger, and half-proudness.
I never turned in the poem to the teacher, though.
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