bug brain

Theta had only caught one firefly and this did nothing to please her. It turned out that the adult remembered her too, by name in fact. She couldn’t say as much for him. He asked how she was, Theta had to answer this carefully. If he was to help her at all she had to make her problems known but not come off as whiny.

Carefully placing her bag on the ground she stomped on the part where she hoped the bug was, after all she didn’t need them alive. As she did so she responded with her chosen words “I’m in need of some assistance. Surely you remember my father, some choices he’s made as of late have not been in our best interest.” The our she said was in reference to her and her littermates, but she left it up in the air whether it meant that or her and Hannibal.

Finishing her words she picked up the bag again to swing in hope of catching more fireflies, only one wasn’t going to cut it.