My daughter called me outside this evening to see the twinkling, Christmas-tree lights in our trees. I didn’t grow up with fireflies, so they are still magic to me, and they are at their best late in the evening when it’s fully dark, after they’ve moved out of the grass and up into the dark tree crowns. This week they are at their summer peak.
Several of my acquaintances planned to go up into the Smoky Mountains this weekend to see a very special group of fireflies: one of only two populations of the insects in the world that flash in unison (the other group is in Japan). It seems impossible, but after seeing a few videos like this one, I have vowed: NEXT YEAR I am going to go see the magic Elkmont fireflies myself.
Imagine a whole forest doing this: