The Lonely Lone Firefly
One firefly, glowing at full power, its call for a mate unanswered. That lone firefly appeared last week, a survivor of the habitat destruction that occurred last fall when a virtual firefly paradise was filled in with more dirt, of unknown source, than I would have imagined feasible - or legal. I'd already noticed the absence of the finches which had populated the area. And the spring peepers, which only last year had crossed the road, were moved further away; those that survived.
Fireflys mate this time of year and the larvae live for one year, that is, unless their habitat is destroyed. And it was. What looks like scruffy nature in our urbanized, ordered environment, was life to many creatures and plant life. With some care, both could coexist, but that takes thought and planning.
I didn't know, but am not surprised, that fireflys are endangered world-wide. Their requirements are fairly minimal, but quickly vanishing, such as vernal ponds and small depressions that hold the water that is necessary for life. Such things are insignificant to bulldozers.
There are far more mosquitos this year, and, unusually, very active into the late evening. I have yet to see one bat.
I was at Hannaford in Rockland today, and took the time to enjoy the bird and insect activity in the wetland that is part of that parcel of land. Swamp or marsh, I do not know, but it held a an abundance of birds, insects, and cattails. In the evenings, there are probably frogs - perhaps even fireflys. Whoever kept it from being filled in is owed gratitude. It is in nature that we can most rejoice, even next to a parking lot.
Turns out, there is a website dedicated to fireflys - www.firefly.org It's all in keeping the balance, and it can be done. Remember seeing your first firefly? The fun of catching them? I'd bet that you do.