Operation Firefly
Dusk crept across the yard, and a curious greenish spark flickered inside a glass jam jar forgotten on the porch step. Bello! A rogue lightning bug was trapped inside, buzzing erratically against the glass. Obviously, it needed proper tactical leadership. I waddled right up, braced my boots against the damp wood, and clamped both gloved hands around the twisty metal lid. Grunting loudly, I threw my entire weight sideways. Squeak! The lid popped loose, tumbling onto the step with a dull clang. The little beacon shot upward into the night air. Heheh, another triumphant rescue mission accomplished under my supreme supervision!
