DOODLEBUG

I grew up in Florida. As a kid, I’d look down into the inverted cone-shaped holes of doodlebugs. Sometimes I gently poked pine needles into the bottom of the funnel they left, hoping one would come out so I could see it. That never happened. I imagined them to be cuter than ladybugs—adorable even. I mean, a doodlebug had to be adorable. Besides, it left those cute little holes … [Read more...] about TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE DOODLING