Goodness, no. They're tiny little things. I've hated them since I was a child. My grandparents' back porch would be covered with them come the end of summer. The cousins and I would walk out at night and they're impossible to see or avoid them. All you would hear was *crunchcrunchcrunch* under your feet. So fucking gross.

However, the fireflies were fantastic up in Dallas back when I was a kid. We would spend hours watching them. God, I miss fireflies.