The weirdness bug is back. The latest fly-by has to do with things that go bump in the night – sorta.

Please cover the kid’s ears because I have to use the very iffy “G” word, as in “glow.”

Oh, wait, that’s not the iffy word, is it? The iffy word is actuallycondom – but in a glowing sense.

Huh?

I’ll be lighting upon, believe it or leave it, glow-in-the-dark condoms – but in a very platonic manner, mind you.

And yes, Virginia (or not), there is such a thing as a glowing condom – and, apparently, a need for one.

Note: I’ve been known to insert snide little, imaginary, wise-ass quotes at glowing condom times like this – for…