I intercepted a lightning bug as it flew past me where I stood on my mother’s front porch. He sat on my index finger and I looked at him; he didn’t blink his light and he didn’t fly away. He stayed on my finger for my whole walk home, little black antennae bending and straightening. When I got to my building I saw my neighbor’s slender grey cat in the grass so I sat down to join him there. As I settled onto the ground the bug opened its four wings and lifted off my hand and up into the sky.