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If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see

Learn from the ants- how a tiny heart is big enough to love, help and care about another living existence.

As I accepted my death and dissolution into God's love, the insectoids began feeding on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested in emotion. As I was holding on to my last thought - that God is love - they asked, "Even here? Even here?

We__e not having sex, are we?___o,_ Talia confirmed. __on__ take it the wrong way, you__e by far the nicest insect I__e ever spent time with, but first contact is one thing. I__ not sure my reputation can take sleeping with the first alien I meet.

Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly__ wings assures me of a pure, innocent world

Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.

It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed,but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful

One day we found them. They must of been holding a gook convention or something, cause it seem like the same sort of deal as when you step on a anthill and they all come swarming around.

A dung beetle couple in love constantly proves that you still can be in love living on shit.

Yes, this man had the persistence of an insect.

Even a cockroach can be legendary by being killed by a legend.

We don__ give a damn to the insects on our Earth, but if we could find even a single insect on Mars, the whole world would cherish it like crazy!

I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?

A red dragonfly hovers above a backwater of the stream, its wings moving so fast that the eye sees not wings in movement but a probability distribution of where the wings might be, like electron orbitals: a quantum-mechanical effect that maybe explains why the insect can apparently teleport from one place to another, disappearing from one point and reappearing a couple of meters away, without seeming to pass through the space in between. There sure is a lot of bright stuff in the jungle. Randy figures that, in the natural world, anything that is colored so brightly must be some kind of serious evolutionary badass.