Tuesday, September 28, 2010
There are these little beatles that come around at the same time every year in the same place in my house. They are just bland little brown things but I remember being facinated with them when I was little, I use to watch them crawl and when they got stuck or fell on their back I would turn them over and watch them continue to walk down their uneven path. I even remember once holding one and it flying up my nose, I never played with them again after that. It's strange how such little things can remind you of childhood.