On Sunday night, Drew and I were reading, unwinding, and getting ready for bed. We read our devotional together, turned off the lights, kissed goodnight, and snuggled under the covers.
As I was relishing in the squishiness of the memory foam, Drew said:
“What’s that blinky light?”
It’s probably the cable box or the smoke detector, I thought to myself. But as I looked up, I saw a new blinky light. It looked like a green LED light, and it was above our TV. And it was moving.
I burst out laughing. “I think it’s a lightning bug!”
Drew switched the bedside lamp on, and sure enough, a confused, lost little firefly was flittering around toward the ceiling. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. We wondered over how it got inside. Then he turned the light off and snuggled back into bed.
“You’re going to leave him?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Drew responded. “They’re harmless.”
Sure, I thought. “Let’s see if you think that when it’s flying in your face at 3 a.m.”
He laughed. We looked up at the ceiling, watching our newfound friend. Then he started getting crazy. The blinky LED light started flying all over the room, sporadic and berserk; desperate for a way out.
“Um…” I started to say…
“Yeah, that thing’s going to hit the fan.” Drew turned the light back on and we watched the helpless thing flail about. My manly bug killing husband set about the task of catching it, but not before he got a little video footage of it. I’m sure that will emerge on Facebook soon. Instead of killing it, Drew caught it in his cupped hands and I opened the sliding glass door so he could set it free.
“Funny,” I pondered. “Just because the thing’s butt lights up, we show mercy.” Normally we’re racing about the room after a bug, thwacking a shoe against the wall, screaming, “DIE SUCKER, DIE!!!”
Crisis averted, we settled back into bed and laughed about the situation. I told Drew that it was little things like this that made me love marriage. Those crazy stories that we share together. I told him when we’re 80, we’ll be recalling the night of the firefly.
My husband and I had a discussion about a big ol spider that appeared in the bedroom as we were settling in. He said if we left it alone it would drop down on us during the middle of the night. Then we had a discussion about whether to whack it with a book or squish it with a kleenex. Its butt did not light up so it did not last long.
But you are right, it is harder to do that to a firefly.
Awesome post!!! What a great story. I can just picture it. Those are definitely the best marital moments. đŸ™‚