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Lightning Bugs

Ah, one of the little things that lent meaning to my childhood.

For the past several years, since Miss Priss has been old enough to appreciate such wonders, I've noticed that there only seemed to be a handful at a time in the yard, whereas my yard was thick with them growing up.

And I thought, of ALL the bugs to die out, we have to lose the ones with glowing booties?

This has been my fear for a few years now. But last night, I was comforted.

I stood on my deck at twilight and stared down into my wooded yard, and it was glistening, twinkling, lit up like a Christmas tree.

It was a beautiful sight, an enchanted forest.

(Of course, I'm sure that I have at least that many mosquitoes as well, but I'll not think of that right now...)