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.

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.

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?

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

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

Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world.

Yes, this man had the persistence of an insect.

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

We don’t 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!