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.