If the silverfly thing wasn’t alive, it definitely could be a cool party trick. That was if the group ever got a chance to celebrate any momentous occasion ever again. Even though the group was amazed by the possibility of what was trapped inside the canvas bag, they knew this small silverfly really didn’t meet the necessary requirement to be the “It” they had been hoping to find. It didn’t have the size or a shape that was remotely similar to what Theo had found with the Wet Willy probe. Whether it was alive or something in between life and death was a debate they had yet to have. Ravi had a video camera in one hand and the portable light in the other. When he guided the portable light onto the canvas surface, the small flying creature they had named a silverfly throbbed with a silver heartbeat. Along with the glow, the creature produced a low purr, almost a hum. Ravi looked kind of miserable, almost sick with worry. “Man, I hate making history,” Ravi said. “Seriously Theo.
