Be certain, a group of 5 fireflies are not lonely anymore. Barry, Gary, Harry, Jerry, and Terry are resting, and flashing, in a mason jar tonight. "We'll let them go tomorrow, if they don't die tonight," S assures me.
Fireflies are a bit of magic on a Midwest summer night. They appear out of seemingly nowhere, suddenly, in June, and you can be certain summer has arrived. Their time with us is short, just as short as summer seems to be. For a girl like me, growing up in the arid, and firefly free, southwest, fireflies are a wonder. Oh, I know that their glow is easily explained. I am awed nonetheless.
Sleep bright, band o' fireflies!