Mr. Lonelyheart, aka Bob the Lightning Bug, aka one of his surviving kinfolk, is flying around the deck and veg garden. He still doesn't seem to have any lady friends (or gennulmen friends, this being AVL) to keep him company, but at least there's still one.
I remember as a kid, 60 years ago, going out at dusk with an empty mayo jar and collecting dozens of fireflies in an hour or so, letting them light up in my room that evening before I let them go again.
What a loss to children of all ages. (Not to mention the lightning bugs.)