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11 July 2005 @ 09:05 am
"Do you have fireflys in Indiana, or lightning-bugs as we call them here?"  

As many of you know, I'm working third shift these days, which means it's dark when I drive to work. As I'm driving along, I frequently see along the shoulder that charming/soothing … *blink* … *blink* … that says "oooh, fireflies." Then I realize that the *blink* doesn't have *blink* quite enough *blink* green in it *blink* in fact *blink* it's very *blink* orange-yellow *blink* and then I realize I've been seeing the reflectors on a bicycle's pedals… Even so, it's kind of nice; I rather like it, and I like having been reminded of fireflies (rather than, perhaps, resenting that I've been momentarily fooled).

 
 
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Geri Sullivangerisullivan on July 11th, 2005 03:08 pm (UTC)
Last night, I heard a fair amount of rumbling that had me wondering whether more rain was on its way. I went out on the back deck to check, and was surprised to see that ... *blink* ... *blink* ... you just wrote about. It was further off the ground than pedal reflectors can reasonably be, and even further up than I'm used to seeing fireflies. But fireflies they were, and I spent a very charming and soothing few minutes watching them until a mosquito's buzz reminded me that I didn't have any bug dope on.

Yeah. Fireflies. By far my favorite bug, and one I too rarely see. It's a good reminder to spend more summer twilight hours outdoors. (Hmm...and your subject line is a good reminder that I enjoy publishing fanzines, too.)

Thanks!
juliainkuwait on July 11th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
we call them lightning bugs in Iowa
i don't usually get home early enough in the summer to see the lightning bugs, but this year i did. Such pleasant remembories of my childhood.
gomeza on July 11th, 2005 06:52 pm (UTC)
It is 1976 or so. I am canoe-camping with a YMCA summer camp group of "trippers" in the Tecumseh river valley in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. I crawl out of my tent around 3AM to pee, and find myself in a dream, or a nightmare. I can't see anything- not the ground, nor the sky, nor the tent, nor the trees that were there when I went to bed - just a featureless haze pulsing with thousands of big, indistinct yellow-green lights, all around me. Very disorienting and disturbing for a few moments.

After a few seconds, I wake up enough to realize what is going on. While I slept, the whole river valley became socked in with dense, pea-soup fog - if I held out your hand at arm's length, I couldn't see my hand. Meanwhile, about one million fireflies were undeterred from their amorous intentions...

Ah, what a magical memory.