A collection of columns and short stories about growing up in Florida and quirky bits of history not commonly known.
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Sunday, August 17, 2014
The Vanishing Fireflies
My fake firefly jar... |
When I was
a child, there were a lot of things about summers here in the tropics that made
growing up in Palm Beach County spectacular. We spent days on the beach or
boat. We built forts out of Brazilian pepper trees (don’t do this – they’ll
make you itch). We rode our bikes across the village of North Palm Beach to the
country club where we flung our sweaty bodies into the icy waters of the
Olympic-size pool. We tromped barefoot through freshly-mowed grass and sat in
damp bathing suits in the shade on the ground next to our parents who, also in
damp bathing suits, relaxed in aluminum lawn chairs with nylon webbing. We
sipped Coca Cola ® and ate watermelon while they drank ice-cold beer.
At dusk,
we chased fireflies with big, glass mayonnaise jars—jar in one hand and metal
lid with holes poked in it in the other. When we weren’t trying to catch them,
we danced with swarms of fireflies in the backyard. Yes, danced. We were fairy
princesses surrounded by flickering, flying candlelight. It was magical.
Recently,
I realized the fireflies are gone. I haven’t seen them in a long time, perhaps
decades. My children never got to dance in a cloud of light like I did. I went
looking for answers and discovered that fireflies have disappeared from all of
South Florida.
Where
did they go? Why did they leave?
There’s a wonderful website called www.firefly.org that has one
reasonable, and very sad, explanation. They say that most species of fireflies
are “found in field, forests and marshes. Their environment of choice is warm,
humid and near standing water of some kind.” And there’s the problem. As South
Florida has grown exponentially, a lot of those lovely “fields, forests and
marshes” have been paved over in order to accommodate the hordes of people. The
United States Census states that the estimated population of Florida in 2013
was 19,552,860. In 1969 when I was ten, it was reported to be a quarter of that,
only 4,951,560. That amount of growth requires a lot of pavement.
Is there anywhere one can see
fireflies in Florida at all? Yes, there is. Central Florida and locations north
still have them. FloridaRambler.com suggests that Blue Springs State Park,
about 30 miles north of Orlando, is reported to be a great place to spot them.
It’s only a few short weeks in April, but they’re still swarming there. Best
bet is to camp overnight or arrange to stay an hour after the park closes.
And for
those of who might complain that I’m anti-development, don’t bother. I’m not.
But I have always been in favor of balanced development. I’ve always thought
the need of humankind need to be weighed against the needs of the environment
and the wild animals that were here before us.
I’m not
sure if there’s a way to re-create marshes and forests, but I hope there’s
someone working on how to bring back the environment the fireflies need.
It would be a shame if future generations of
barefoot Florida children didn’t get the chance to dance in that magical flying
candlelight.
(copyright 2014 Ruth Hartman Berge)
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