Last night he was snoring away and I was just beginning to drift off to sleep when I saw a flash of lightning. I knew there had been flash flood warnings and I knew the boys bedroom window was open. The good wifey that I am didn't just get up and go shut there window to keep the noise out, but opted for a second opinion. He's usually a lite sleeper and often my rolling over is enough to wake him, but last night I had to say his name twice and gently shake his shoulder causing him to gasp as he jumped about six inches off the bed. That was about the time I realized maybe I didn't really need that second opinion and maybe I should have just shut the window myself. Oops. By that time I was committed and if I had simply said, "Oh never mind" Strong man would have been more then slightly annoyed with me so I just continued on with my quest for a second opinion. He, full of grace, got up shut the window and as we were both closing our eyes again there was another flash.
What I failed to notice the first time I saw this flash was that actually it was flashing green and was flying through in our room. We turned on the light, I stretched as tall as I could hoping to catch him. Never mind the fact that our ceilings are 16 feet high when I myself am not even five in a half feet high making it virtually impossible for me to catch this guy. It was after midnight so I wasn't even close to being in my right mind as I'm sure I've already proved. (Hey, at least I didn't walk straight into the wall as I've heard other Momma's do at this time of night). Strong man on the other hand he ran for a kitchen chair and a glass. In no time at all that flickering little bug was beside his cousin all snug in a jar on the boys nightstand. The house once again was quiet. As I drifted off to sleep I could help but think, "Oh baby, that man is hot!"
|See that little one laying on his back with his legs up dead...Yep that's the one we caught last night...|