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Lightning bugs are one thing I miss from my days in Kansas. We don't have them here in Seattle.
There was a dirt path along a creek in Salina I used for a shortcut on the way home. Hearing the unison wheezing of the cicadas in the bushes, the sound of the diesel engine of an oil well in the distance and seeing lightning bugs in the shadows on a moonlit night was more magical than I realized at the time.
In the scheme of things, I think it's best of all to be the weird neighborhood kid who squishes the lightning bugs and then writes his name on his forehead with the phosphorescent stuff.
When we were kids, we used to chase after them through the darkness and smack them out of the air with whiffle ball bats. Upon making contact with one of the critters, it was strangely satisfying to trace the arc of its spent, glowing husk as it exploded off the bat and then silently plummeted to the dark grass below. Now, I just enjoy looking at them.
It's weird though, because I took it the other night just before a thunderstorm - I was chasing a lightning bug around in order to gain fame & fortune by being the first person to photograph a lighning bug - with a simple point & shoot! Ha! I didn't see a moth or anything else which is what leads me to believe that it is, in fact, a very strangely photo-ed lightning bug.