Driving toward my home town I saw a handwritten sign by the road that said “Rabbits, dead or alive.” I considered that for several miles before deciding I’d prefer my rabbits alive, but I didn’t go back.
The fireflies are thick this year. Last night it was as if I had an eye problem causing yellow flickering everywhere. Or like little meteors flaring out several times a second. Felt like I was right in the middle of a mini-Perseid shower.
Then after a shower of firefly sparks, the cicadas would rev up to a high-decibel clatter and just as suddenly subside.
I’m on my phone or I’d insert a luminous firefly butt image right here. Go Google one now.