Comment by throwAway30303
12 hours ago
Nice to see that "swatting with badminton rackets" isn't endangering them enough to make the article. As someone who was raised in a firefly-dense rural area, let me tell you, the thrill of the bioluminescent sparks is the closest I got to cocaine as a kid.
I was born in and spent most of my life in the bay area before moving to Kansas City over 10 years ago (long story).
Seeing fireflies for the first time, in my 30s, was (and still is) magical.
They have blue ones in North Carolina! Fascinating.
Here in SE Tennessee, we have a few areas with the "congregating pulses" type (i.e. they all blink [mostly] together). But they're all green, here =D
You sound remorseful (from your youthful indiscretions); but out of curiosity... does the "glow" splat when thwacked (with a tennis racket)? or does it immediately extinguish?
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I thought I saw red one in the deep Pennsylvania Woods and I would definitely see blue ones occasionally.
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30 years ago we caught them in glass jars. They were so dense in rural Missouri that you could catch several at a time by swinging an open container through the air.
In this rural area the closest kids get to cocaine is methamphetamine.
This comment rings in my ears like a gunshot. I wish reality didn’t make it so poetic.