A Moth! Get a Gun!

It was the last day of our vacation in Michigan.  We had all just gotten into the van, and were following my aunt and uncle out of town.  Now, instead of driving the regular way out of town, we had to take a detour because of construction.  Well, the little detour led through a small, one-way tunnel.  Not only was it one-way, but one had to drive ever so cautiously because the road on the other side took a sharp turn, making oncoming drivers visible only when they were met in the middle of the tunnel. 

One way to ensure that a car does not get smashed by another oncoming vehicle is to drive considerably s-l-o-w while honking the horn all the while.  That is precisely how our three cars in a row drove (my grandparents were also with us) going through that tunnel.  You can imagine how that scene might go, with three cars honking their horns, and echoing through the tunnel.  Our family quite enjoyed it, I think.

In the midst of all the honking commotion, a moth somehow flew into our van.  Devin, Joy, and I saw it, waved our arms around frantically trying to keep it away from us, and squealed, "A moth!!  Somebody get it!!"

Then Connor noticed it and yelled, "GET A GUN!!!"

At that we all burst out laughing, and after that point, I don't remember whether or how the moth got out.  Now, in Connor's mind, the gun he was thinking of was a nerf gun ('cause that's the best way to kill a moth in a van, right?) but since he didn't specify when he yelled it, everyone thought of a real gun, which was incredibly funny to imagine.

And so our journey home from Michigan began with honking horns, a moth, and "GET A GUN!!"