Some bugs are universally hated; some bugs are universally adored. It’s not fair, but it’s the way of things. Mosquitos are in the former group and this bug is in the latter. While mosquitos are roaming around with their irritating whine looking for victims whose blood they can suck out, these lovelies are creating twinkling realms at twilight that delight us. Scientists call them Lampyridae, but we call them fireflies, lightning bugs or (my least favorite) glowworms. I have a friend who says that mosquitos came in on Satan’s back when he entered the Garden of Eden. I think fireflies were already in the garden beautifying it at the first twilight. According to one source on the internet, “They don’t bite, they have no pincers, they don’t attack, they don’t carry diseases, they are not poisonous, and they don’t even fly very fast.” The only thing that mars a peaceful evening looking out over a lawn being lit by fireflies, is the sound of the mosquitos closing in on your vulnerable flesh. Echoes of Eden, evidence of sin.
There’s a poem in there somewhere and I plan to find it. But right now I have to get ready to go to work.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 