I was born in and spent most of my life in the bay area before moving to Kansas City over 10 years ago (long story).
replySeeing fireflies for the first time, in my 30s, was (and still is) magical.
They have blue ones in North Carolina! Fascinating.
replyHere in SE Tennessee, we have a few areas with the "congregating pulses" type (i.e. they all blink [mostly] together). But they're all green, here =D
replyYou sound remorseful (from your youthful indiscretions); but out of curiosity... does the "glow" splat when thwacked (with a tennis racket)? or does it immediately extinguish?
It was the hellish sort of destructive behavior unique to teenage boys. Very, very fun in its own way. But, alas, perhaps I’m still paying back the universe in some way.
replyThe bioluminescence stays lit for some time. For example, you can paint your face with it. With the rackets, they splatter like fireworks.
>With the rackets, they splatter like fireworks.
reply[looks at tennis racket nervously]
"I'm an adult. I will not record this incredibly-sounding phenomenon for the YouTuby viewies..."
I'll just take your word for it.
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I am forty-something, but I still always cringe when I think about that sappling I destroyed (recklessly, with my teenage-swung crowbar), just to show off to some girl...
I thought I saw red one in the deep Pennsylvania Woods and I would definitely see blue ones occasionally.
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reply30 years ago we caught them in glass jars. They were so dense in rural Missouri that you could catch several at a time by swinging an open container through the air.
replyIn this rural area the closest kids get to cocaine is methamphetamine.
replyThis comment rings in my ears like a gunshot. I wish reality didn’t make it so poetic.
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