I asked who James Bob was. “He’s the bug that was living in my light. I was trying to keep him alive by not turning the light on.”
(And all this time I thought she was just using her desk lamp for the “atmosphere.”)
Now that I was aware that it wasn’t necessary to dole out generous portions of tea and sympathy, I observed that a bug inside a globe light probably wouldn’t have had long to live, with no air or food source.
“But he did live a long time! He was in there since January when my friend slept over! And even before that!” (Ewwww….and you’re just now mentioning that there’s a bug in there?)
I didn’t think it was wise to point out that if she had asked a grownup when she first noticed the bug, someone would have removed the globe and set the poor thing free. I’ll wait until she’s out of mourning, first.