I remember the Caimito tree adjacent to my grandmother’s house in Dapdap Norte. Its roots spilled like a tangled secret into the earth. At dusk, the air around it shimmered with fireflies, as if ...

For as long as I can remember, I have loved fireflies. I can easily recall, just like many other people, catching them to put them in a jar. Seeing them all fly out at once was nothing short of ...

This story was originally published by Grist. Sign up for Grist's weekly newsletter. It's firefly season in the Blue Ridge. As the sun goes down, they begin to blink and glow along the water, in the ...

Ms. Renkl is a contributing Opinion writer who covers flora, fauna, politics and culture in the American South. I first learned about blue ghosts last year from Jennifer Frick-Ruppert, a zoologist at ...

I’ve spent a lot of time sitting in people’s backyards, near a dying bonfire, watching fireflies blink on and off in the distance. It wasn’t always this way — I used to see them every single night in ...

Until recently, I’ve never seen fireflies. I’ve lived in Massachusetts for 25 years, and only now have I spotted them in my yard. I want to help you find fireflies in nature and make your backyard ...

This time of year, I love to sit on my back porch and watch the fireflies dance in the twilight. Something from my childhood, I suppose. This year they seem particularly bright. Almost like fireworks ...

This coverage is made possible through a partnership between Grist and BPR, a public radio station serving western North Carolina. It’s firefly season in the Blue Ridge. As the sun goes down, they ...