A week or two ago, on one of the pre-summer but summer seeming hot and muggy nights, I was coaxed to take a quick stroll outside. Air condition being the godsend that it is (despite its toll on the environment), it took something quite spectacular for me to venture out. Well, the reason was that for some extraordinary reason, there are fireflies in this neck of the woods (actually, city). This has to be one of the most spectacular things- given that they somehow live and return to this area, so far away from their natural environment. Sorry to say that the evening's hunt was a dismal failure, and I was soon back enjoying the cool luxury of a chilled apartment and went back to the usual activities of the evening (reading, listening to music, et cetera).
No further thought was given to the matter until a few nights ago, when taking the elevator back up to my apartment. I saw a strange looking bug which I meant to squash- as I am no insect aficionado, and the reader should excuse my metropolitan lack of knowledge of anything of the natural world. Just as I was about to scoot it away, it flew around and lit up. It was a firefly, all for me (and my partner, the one who initiated the failed adventure of the week before). Now, that's something to be thankful for.
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| there it was before it shone and after it lit up the evening |
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