Commenting on DG Strong’s essay and hoping to win that skein of Firefly sock yarn. I live in California now and terribly miss the fireflies I grew up with in Southern Illinois. An uncle would catch a bunch and put them under his tee shirt, delighting us with the light show. I think they did all go out in unison! We called them lightening bugs. Great memories. Now a trip to see them at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park is on my bucket list. Sorry, I have no better term.
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