Siliconchef by Brian Richardson
So this is yet another example how I mess with my wife’s mind …
We’re lying in bed with the lights off and the windows open, since it’s a beautiful spring night. A lightning bug, which got into the house last night and has been taunting the cats, is flying around the bedroom.
“Oh no,” I say, “I hope it doesn’t try to mate with the alarm clock.”
I can hear the “whut” look on her face in the darkness.
“This is why lightning bugs can’t buy LED flashlights in Alabama … they’re considered sex toys.”
She spends the next five minutes giggling, further delaying our sleep. The cats still haven’t caught that darn bug.
Brian,
I assume your wife doesn’t read your personal blog…
Derek: not only does she read it, I expect her to comment later
Brian’s life: it’s all about determining exactly how far he can go before getting smacked.
Actually, you mis-interpreted the silence. The lack of sound that you heard was not a “whut?” but rather a contemplation of the physics involved in said LED and bug interaction. Given what I know about arthropod anatomy, the visuals were a bit disturbing.
That was followed quickly by the thought that I hope said insect does not misinterpret the blinking of the smoke detector. Remember what happened when the spider got inside the alarm system motion sensor?!
For the rest of you, let me just say that you have not witnessed feline insanity until you have had a cat chasing a lightening bug through a pitch black room.