Last night my husband and I went for a walk, just at dusk, with all the fireflies twinkling in undergrowth to each side of the path. We didn’t get very far, though. For my husband it was the end of a loooonnng weary day, and when we saw Mr. Skunk emerge from the bushes and go trotting across the path in front of us, he decided that was all the reason he needed to turn back. On the return trip we almost stepped on a bat, who was skimming along only a few inches from the ground, looking for some some yummy bugs.