It was 1970 when dad and mom came to visit me in Corrales, NM. I lived in a very old style square adobe house at the edge of the small town.(At the time it was said '1000 people, 2000 dogs, 3000 registered horses.') It was primitive with a breath-taking view of the Sandia Mountains.
I saw dad on his knees in the dusty yard. So, I ran out fearing he was having a stroke or heart attack.
Instead, I heard him chanting " doodle up, doodle up, doodle up bug,"
Oh! We shared a rare moment and giggle that day. He had discovered the vortex of an ant- lion... AKA doodle bug.
The nostalgia washed over me this morning.
I have not experienced a doodle bug here. But on occasion I do giggle over the usually hidden pill bugs. My grandchildren call them roly- poly.
No one was here to share the moment. So, lucky you.
P.S. I was truly chasing a hummingbird ..so I'm not totally losing focus.