Last night we drove out to watch the Lyrid meteor shower. Packed the boys up in the car around 9pm, drove and drove up country roads to get away from light pollution. Bug (3y) fell asleep, not surprisingly.
We found a nice place to park and Josh (9y) and I laid out on the top of the car chatting while we waited for our eyes to adjust. We explored the constellations, talked about how small we are in the universe, how old the light we saw was. It was really fabulous.
Until a june bug flew into my hair. There was screaming and flailing. Another one hit my arm. It was a full on attack. We left immediately.
I will endure just about anything for my kids, but not june bugs. *shudder*