Jeremy Herndon

I’ve noticed that the fireflies are out. When I am driving after dark, at least one firefly ends up dead on my windshield. Believe it or not, I feel badly about that because I’ve read that fireflies are dying off in large numbers. I can remember as a child, running around the back yard and catching fireflies and putting them in a jar. We would punch holes in the lid of the jar and watching the fireflies blink on and off. We were always careful to release the fireflies after a short time; we didn’t want to kill them.

That is one of my fonder memories of summers past, seeing the fireflies at night. It always made the summer nights a magical time. I hope that the fireflies continue to exist and fuel the imaginations of children for all time.