Anonymous, 3 - Virginia

One hot July summer night my grandson and I were playing with flashlights in the front yard (I live in the country and he lives in the city).  He turned the flashlight off and ran around the corner into the backyard than reappeared at the front porch where I was sitting.  He exclaimed, “Noni, hurry and come see...There are bugs with flashlights in your backyard.” (Fireflies)