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If anything, I feel like it’d more likely to see fireflies when it got warmer, not less. Is the narrator misremembering something, or might you need to do some more research? If you have personal experience seeing them in winter, you can ignore this.

To me, this seems like a clear case of anthropomorphism. The fireflies not being around has little to do with “fighting back” and everything to do with the changing climate.

She didn’t have a white coat, though, so it was not to be.

She’d imagined herself a scientist then, with a lab full of subjects and the test tubes you she saw on tvTV.

I don’t think I can say science is ethical to animals, certainly not, but it’s definitely better than it used to be. Thomas Edison once publicly electrocuted an elephant to demonstrate his electric current, and I don’t think anyone could get away with that today.

“We’re no better than the psychopathpsychopaths, are we?”

The textbook may not have shown the final stage of the boiled frog, but she’d known the final stage existed frog had died nonetheless.

Reason: Less passive and repetitive.

While she’s looking over her own backyard, this statement echoes a broader “climate despair” that isn’t true overall, which I find really interesting. She seems almost eager to declare the world doomed, because at least then she wouldn’t have to step out of her comfort zone.

I’m curious as to why a sprinkler might quiet down but not stop, especially when there’s no one there to control it, and personally I find it distracting because I don’t know why it would do that.

She looked up, hoping to spot the big dipper Big Dipper, unable to make out but a handful of stars flickering in and out faintly.

“The earth is dying too” she breathed too.” She breathed, and imagined the huff of air that would be 've been visible if it had been cold enough.

No one did eat the frog, I’m assuming, but dead is more neutral when it comes to connotation and cooked is different—things are cooked to be eaten, generally. I like that she’s fixated on that state of being.

She recalled a page in the from her science textbook with a sequence of images revealing a slimy green frog being boiled alive, just the process though, it never showed the frog when it was actually dead, or maybe cooked was a better word.

Reason: Edited to be more specific, though the latter half of the sentence could definitely use a structural revision.

It’s neither good nor bad, in my opinion, but I do find it later contrasts with the image of a budding scientist gleefully ripping apart insects.

Normally, dew gathering on grass is something beyond human observation—you go to bed, and then when you wake up, the grass has dew on it. I’m not sure what to visually imagine while reading it, personally, so it distances me from the story.

The narrator’s backyard serves as an “acceptable” form of nature, one that is still largely shaped by cultivation for human use.

I wonder if you were as detailed, but zoomed in on the animal instead of such a large general overview, it might be more powerful. For instance, a large blue parrot twittered its happy song.