It would end up in a jar, just like these little guys.
My parents ran around our yard capturing poor, defenseless lightening bugs just so Thomas could get a closer look at them. I even caught one. Yuck.
Something has happened to me over the past 24 years that makes me totally grossed out by touching them. I used to have my own little container specifically made for lightening bugs and I remember running all over the backyard snatching them up and holding them hostage. Thomas just gets a jar. Sorry kid, you'll live.
He pointed. He oooh'd. He ahhh'd. Then, he was over it and wanted to play with the sidewalk chalk.
Please don't call PETA on us, we did let them go.
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