Quotes About Insect

I never could have thought of it, To have a little bug all lit And made to go on wings.

An ant is a wise creature for itself, but it is a shrewd thing, in an orchard or garden.

I'm petrified of bees because I have an anaphylactic reaction to bees.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

Green darners never attack people, but they have been seen bringing down hummingbirds. They are the Bengal tigers of the microworld.

when that blow should fall, — Lucy would require very different treatment than might be expected for her from the hands of Lady Linlithgow. She would fade and fall to the earth like a flower with an insect at its root. She would be like a wounded branch, into which no sap would run

A bumblebee buzzed past, off on unknowable insect errands. Its body was fat, furry, striped in a way she could only envy. It did not sing. It did not speak. It did not stop to dance for her, or to challenge her to a game of riddles. Fear twisted in her gut, unfamiliar as a needle in a butterscotch pudding. The rules of this world, whatever they were, seemed to be consistent and cruel: they were not nonsense, no, not nonsense at all.

With equal wonder we survey The planet and the midge.

A small insect, clearly suffering from acute depression, decided that my open mouth was the ideal route for a suicide mission. With kamikaze-like determination, it rocketed down my throat and splattered against my tonsils. - Calma Harrison

I would hate to be a bee. Be surrounded by bees all the time.

A fly was very close to being called a land, because that's what it does half the time.

A brown spotted lady-bug climbed the dizzy height of a grass blade, and Tom bent down close to it and said, Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children's alone, and she took wing and went off to see about it -- which did not surprise the boy, for he knew of old that this insect was credulous about conflagrations, and he had practised upon its simplicity more than once.

seemed like a vast warty bug taking a meditative walk.

The nematode enters the insect's mouth, anus, or spiracle and migrates into the hemocoel. There the nematode injects millions of bacterial symbionts from its own intestine into the insect's circulatory system. These bacteria, though harmless to the nematode, kill the insect within hours.

the great British entomologist Sir Vincent Wigglesworth (wonderful name for an insect man, I always thought) . . .

One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.

For the genuine materialist there is no fundamental, but only a gradual, an "evolutionary" difference, between man and a pest, a noxious insect

she flicked an ear lazily to dislodge a small insect that had mistaken her for a blade of grass.

He danced there like an overturned centipede.

The wasp sits on the porch of her paper castle.

I tell you that ant is very alive! Look at how he fusses at being stepped on.

When she opened the window, a giant moth blew in. It beat a hasty path to the ceiling light and landed against it with a thunk. "I know the feeling," Stevie said to it.

Two dead wasps lay on the sill with their heads close together like a tiny murder-suicide.