for fireflies that is. Fireflies, lightning bugs, or perhaps you call them glow worms. At the back door I hear Caroline, 4, squeal with excitement. She takes off running for her bedroom and comes back with a bug house in her hands. One of those little mailbox shaped plastic wire mesh covered cages that little hands can operate to open a flap and put bugs in. "Daddy, you want to catch lightning bugs with me?" Sure. As we went into the dimly lit backyard there was an occasional green-yellow flash of a lightning bug in the distance. "I'll get him daddy!", Caroline says with great excitement as she takes off for the other end of the yard. We gather up a few bugs taking note of their size and brightness. "Oooh, daddy, he's a BRIGHT one. Look how big he is."
Growing up in the South catching lightning bugs is something it seems all kids love. A sign Summer is in full swing. Hot days punctuated with warm nights. Kids in the neighborhood playing hide-n-seek or capture the flag. Wholesome fun we parents delight in watching our kids partake in.
As Caroline catches the fireflies I can't help but think how few there really are. She has no knowledge as kids we used to fill up jars so full they put off a glow so bright that looked as if it had batteries. Lightning bugs were so thick you needed to only walk a step to catch another. Japanese beetles are dense, far more then I ever recall, colliding and tangling in her hair. She continues on, "Ooooh, there's another lightning bug! I got him I got him. Let's go show mommy. Thanks daddy."
When I stepped out the door to catch fireflies with Caroline I had no idea there'd be a lesson in waterfowling.
Growing up in the South catching lightning bugs is something it seems all kids love. A sign Summer is in full swing. Hot days punctuated with warm nights. Kids in the neighborhood playing hide-n-seek or capture the flag. Wholesome fun we parents delight in watching our kids partake in.
As Caroline catches the fireflies I can't help but think how few there really are. She has no knowledge as kids we used to fill up jars so full they put off a glow so bright that looked as if it had batteries. Lightning bugs were so thick you needed to only walk a step to catch another. Japanese beetles are dense, far more then I ever recall, colliding and tangling in her hair. She continues on, "Ooooh, there's another lightning bug! I got him I got him. Let's go show mommy. Thanks daddy."
When I stepped out the door to catch fireflies with Caroline I had no idea there'd be a lesson in waterfowling.