Ode to the lost firefly ...

Two nights ago I smashed a firefly. Accidentally, but on purpose. With, ironically, a box of unlit candles. And I have been thinking about it ever since.

I am not opposed to killing insects. I killed a spider this morning and a mosquito last night and have not felt even a speck of remorse. But fireflies, well, I like fireflies. When I make the inevitable list of what I will miss most about living on the East Coast, fireflies will be on it. But I learned too late that fireflies look like regular beetles, until it gets dark and they decide to glow.

I know some people like that ...