Late Mates

In science, you’re always a student, even when you’re the teacher. I realized this by observing one lonely firefly.

As I watched a local population of little brown myotis bats wake up and hunt for some breakfast this late summer evening, I was surprised to see a blinking firefly hovering in my yard. Since the peak for firefly activity in my little corner of the Southeastern U.S. is late July, I was curious about the story behind this little fella.