Living in the city, I get very little exposure to one of summer’s great delights: Fireflies.
Fortunately, I have friends with houses in the suburbs. In addition to fireflies, this particular house offers such suburban amenities as frolicking bunnies, a luscious vegetable garden, and voracious mosquitoes.
This firefly was kind enough to land on the screen door and occasionally flash its light at us.
Fireflies are beetles. There’s some quote, and if you go looking for who said it first, you will quickly find out that it’s hard to say, but it might have come from biologist J.B.S. Haldane, but here’s the upshot: Whoever the creator was, he must have had an inordinate fondness for beetles.
There are a lot of beetles. Some of them roll balls of poop. Some gorgeous, metallic green beetles will eat the heck out of your garden. The boll weevil is a beetle. So is the dreaded emerald ash borer. Some very special beetles even appear in Egyptian art.
And some beetles glow. It’s cold now and the fireflies are long gone. I’ll be inviting myself to the suburbs again next summer.