To Catch a Firefly by Charlie Woodward

Picture this, a group of keeners are sitting in the thunderdome watching the World Cup. It’s getting darker, the sun begins to set on the Ottawa river turning the dark brown to black. This means two things: curfew is soon and we would have to return to our cabins, and the fireflies begin to come out. Our attention was ripped from the TV when we noticed small flashes of light at the base of the trees on the edge of keenerville. We jumped up out of our seats and grabbed a Nalgene which would become a fireflies prison soon enough. We headed to the field near White House and carefully scanned the grass for the fleeting bursts of light we were searching for. We spied one and attempted to scoop it into the water bottle. It took a few attempts but we finally had the little orb of brilliance trapped. We gazed into the bottle while it flitted around before we opened the lid and let it float back into the wild.