In the blogosphere of the unhinged, the world is supposed to be controlled by a dark force known as the Illuminati. Periodically, I've even been offered membership, and while I suppose it would be nice to be on the Board of Directors of the Known Universe, and hey, maybe it would come with access to more camera bodies and lenses, I suspect the main reason that I got the invitation is because I happen to live near some Illuminati notables. In fact, they're currently spending the nights in the grass at the edge of the lawn. There, they hunt snails and worms—odd fare for the all-powerful, but I suppose they can do whatever excites them. And when their travels are disturbed, they send forth a soft glow of light that tells the forces that would bother them: Stay Away! I'm Dangerous! Well, to small critters. I don't think naturalists and photographers have anything to fear from the larvae of lightning bug illuminators. In fact, when I see one, all I can do is smile and be happy that my lawn is providing a good nursery for the next generation of fireflies.