The other night as I was letting Homer run around the backyard, I noticed the blinking lights of fireflies. Our new backyard overlooks a corn field and the field twinkled with lightning bug flashes. I was instantly taken back to my childhood chasing lightning bugs on the shores of the Lake of the Ozarks.
It got me thinking. Many of my happy childhood memories involve insects. Fireflies, caterpillars, butterflies, mayflies, june bugs, lady bugs, stick bugs, ants, and on and on. Capturing caterpillars and putting them in jars and watching them become butterflies. Watching the short lived mayflies flying around the outdoor movie screen. Blowing up ant hills with firecrackers. Watching june bugs fly into windows and walls (we used to call them tanks). Southern California doesn't seem to have as many insects. A few ants, but nothing really interesting that I can recall.
I like how the flashing sparks made me feel. Kind of comforting, warm, and fuzzy. Those days of my childhood, they seem so simple now. How I miss them.