Fireflies

When I was a small child, on summer nights I would playfully run through the yard catching twinkling lightening bugs which I imprisoned in a lidded jar. I thought them to be tiny fairies, for whatever in the world could they be otherwise? After catching dozens upon dozens of these little fireflies, I would sit on the ground and watch them engage in their playful attitudes, seemingly unaware of their glass prison. If they were really fairies, why did they not look like fairies? Once, my Dad told me that maybe I had caught the Queen of Fairies, whose name was Boadicea. Attaching a proper name to one of them made me wish I had never imprisoned a single one. Today, I know that one cannot see a fairie with, or without, a name unless one believes in fairies. I suppose that is one reason why I no longer catch fireflies. I am grounded in reality.