When we were growing up in midwestern Ohio, it wasn't summer until the cicadas sang. Their shells were everywhere. Here in Texas, however, cicadas are few and far between and their songs are over too soon. Fireflies--lightning bugs--were also abundant. A favorite evening game was to snatch them out of the air and watch them flash as they walked up our fingers and flew away. This summer in Texas, I've seen one firefly.
Environmentalists blame overuse of chemicals for the decline of all kinds of insects. Whatever the reason, we think it sad that our Texas grandchildren can't enjoy these simple signs of summer.
We miss them also.
Louise and Duane
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