The fireflies are gone. Two lonely lag-behinds spotted the other evening. They have been replaced by a black bear. He/she made its presence known by knocking over the grill on the deck. A loud bang on the door sent it away ambling down the path to the meadow. Forensic investigation leads to the conclusion that he/she was after the wire brush used to clean the grill; it is black and ugly and rich with carnal fat. The bear was not a cub and not an adult--somewhat adolescent in its insolence. Would not want to meet him/her in the woods. Presumably there are siblings and parents in the neighborhood.