Trapped.

Every once in a while I see a firefly flitting about this city. Chicago is not amenable to the intricate mating ritual these bugs enjoy. There’s simply not enough grass. But now, thanks to the miracle of plush, Chicago never has to suffer from a lightning bug shortage again.

Pick yours up today!

An Intermittent Haiku:

I’m sending signals,

And batting my wings at you.

I think I’m in love.

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