I’m sure I caught fireflies at my own house all the time, but for some reason when I think of catching fireflies — I always remember doing it at my Grandma and PawPaw’s house.

Catching them in a jar with holes in the lid and then letting them go a short time later.

It’s one of my favorite summer memories.

Isn’t it funny what sticks with you?

Pretty much every night now, we’re outside catching fireflies.

Our kids are obsessed.  Using hands.  Using their nets.

Alice always wants to see them outside her window before bed, saying, “Night-night lightning bugs!”

I hope the memory of these days stick with me, too.