Last night Kay went back to spend the weekend with her best friend in the old neighborhood. They played red rover, kickball, ate grape push pops, and each caught a mason jar full of fireflies when it got dark. She fell asleep to the familiar sounds of the city. It's funny how noise can be peaceful and just the thing you need to lull you to sleep.
They left the fireflies on the window ledge and took the lids off so they could watch them fly back out into the night.
Out of curiosity, I ate one.
They do not taste like chicken, and my belly didn't light up.
So, that answers those burning questions.