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Flies trouble us not by their strength but by their multitudes.
I wish these flies would piss off.
If you stand a lantern under a tree every insect in the forest creeps up to it - a curious assembly, since though they scramble and swing and knock their heads against the glass, they seem to have no purpose - something senseless inspires them.
Flies conquer the flypaper.
Fucking zombies. They're almost as bad as tarantulas.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Some morbidity in me attracts mosquitoes
Flies are the price we pay for summer.
The best thing about bugs is their lack of self consciousness, also the ability to fly doesn't hurt.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
Humanity is worse than flies.
A flat black bug, that is London.
Abandon all nations, the planet drifts to random insect doom.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Mosquitos ruin the safari.
Things without defense: insects, kittens, small boys.
The mosquitoes here are big enough to rape a chicken.
It is common knowledge now that we depend on insects for our continued existence; that, without key pollinators, the human population would collapse in less than a decade.
Some have supposed that the mosquito is of a devout turn, and never will partake of a meal without first saying grace. The devotions of some men are but a preface to blood-sucking.
Invisible insects of diabolical activity swarm in this place. I am tickled and twitched all over. Mentally, I have now committed a burglary under the meanest circumstances, and the myrmidons of justice are at my heels.
A single swallow, it is said, devours ten millions of insects every year. The supplying of these insects I take to be a signal instance of the Creator's bounty in providing for the lives of His creatures.
Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects ...
The Egyptians had the locusts and in the Middle Ages there was the Black Death with the rats, but tourists are the plague of our century and we'll not survive this one.
What a tourist terms a plague of insects, the fly fisher calls a great hatch.
red-hot fireflies
The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.
If you're an insect, then you're a mayfly. Here for a day and then gone.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
I never kill insects. If I see ants or spiders in the room, I pick them up and take them outside. Karma is everything.
These are the nameless larvae of the Other Gods, and like them are blind and without mind, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts.
Socialism, Communism, clandestine societies, Bible societies ... pests of this sort must be destroyed by all means.
Raffe throws me a dirty look. He bends over and swipes his arm behind my knees, lifting me up in his embrace.
'I can go with one of the locusts.' I stiffen in his arms and try to lean as far away from him as I can.
'The hell you will.' He runs a couple of steps before spreading his wings.
If these bugs made their way into my brain, they'd devour me from the inside out and use my soul to raise more dead. Shit. Where was a can of Raid when a werewolf needed one? The
The greatest mercy, I have often thought, of the Mediterranean coast lies in its mosquitoes. Did we not suffer from their unwelcome attention, we could not bear our holidays to end.
The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.
The termites have got me.
Ants and savages put strangers to death.
Don't weep, insects
Lovers, stars themselves,
Must part.
If camping is so great, why are the bugs always trying to get in your house?
I don't know why I ever come in here. The flies get the best of everything.Flies-- W.c. Fields
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
Do ants get headaches?
These flies were half the size of my fist. They came at you and stuck to you with a single-minded purpose you had to admire. We were hopelessly outnumbered, but we still slapped and kicked and karate-chopped ourselves until we reached an uneasy truce.
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies, I am an apeman.
We have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.
The locust continues
to devour the world
Hunger persists
Love lurches on
listing to starboard
like a ship in a bottle
Human longing goes on
Loneliness a curse
Innocence persists
Ignorance persists
I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.
Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.
all is dead
but for the mosquitoes
singing
their blood song
The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.
Rape, cockroaches... are still a real nightmare.
What is commonly called a pest is nature's way of bringing back into balance an imbalance that man has created.
They thought they were heroes when they were only cinders in the eye of humanity too many creatures both insects and humans estimate their own value by the amount of irritation they are able to cause greater personalities than themselves
dropping spiders
Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
To know your organism, you must eat it.' Not just the flies: the pupae. And not just to horrify people, but to know.
Malaria-hosting mosquitoes will not wait politely during their most active evening feeding hours for people to go to bed under mosquito nets.
Myrmecophaga jubata: The anteater. The existence of this predator demonstrates that thinking 71 percent of the time, as ants do, won't prevent you from being eaten. Thinking less than that, as humans do, will almost guarantee it.
Mosquitoes remind us that we are not as high up on the food chain as we think.
But however secure and well-regulated civilized life may become, bacteria, Protozoa, viruses, infected fleas, lice, ticks, mosquitoes, and bedbugs will always lurk in the shadows ready to pounce when neglect, poverty, famine, or war lets down the defenses.
They're really aggressive. They're like roaches on bread - you drop some on the floor and, boom, they're on it.
Are you here about the infestation?"
MacMillian stiffened. "I don't ... We aren't-"
Lena cleared her throat. "I'm afraid bugs aren't really our specialty."
"Not bugs." The woman shook her head vigorously. "Ghosts. Whole place is crawling with 'em.
You have mosquitoes. I have the Press.
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
I've found that wherever there is one cockroach in plain sight, many more are lurking behind the corner out of view.
The only things I could kill with ease were bugs and even then only the tiny ones the big ones crunched too much and made me feel all guilty and icked out.
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
The mosquitoes. Tearing at him, clouds of them, the awful, ripping, thick masses of the small monsters trying to bleed him dry.
Deathwatch. That's a kind of beetle, it buries carrion. I
Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.
Insects have their own point of view about civilization a man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat.
Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle
As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile
Flies are busiest about leane horses.
In my youth, I spent my time investigating insects.
Specialisation is for insects!
They ate my humanity but no humanity in beginning humans Earth dust atoms
Clever microorganisms defy gods
But defy nothing
Phantom of truth
Beneath reality's facade
We here see in two distant countries a similar relation between plants and insects of the same families, though the species of both are different. When man is the agent in introducing into a country a new species this relation is often broken:
It began as this desire to do this science fiction movie about perhaps one of the last insects left that nobody's done anything on, which is the cockroach - and truly one of the most frightening insects.
The weary August days are long;
The locusts sing a plaintive song,
The cattle miss their master's call
When they see the sunset shadows fall.
MRSA, which is a kind of super bug mutant, is killing 10,000 people a year in Britain.
The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how
usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
Of all bugs, growing up I just loved the pill bugs. They roll up, you play with them, you wait for them to open up, and then when you touch them they roll up again. I just love that.
Moths lay their eggs where civilizations have been destroyed.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
I wonder what ants do on rainy days?
A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.
Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot.
psycho monsters.
In the summer evenings, fireflies swarm around the tarn, making something hateful almost beautiful.
Who can prophesy peace, or vow Futurity for any but armed insects
Beelzebug n. Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
...They eat everything alive. People, dogs, horses. Everything with flesh on it. So many of them crawling. Everywhere. Leaving the bones behind.
The flies have conquered the flypaper.
Bad news is, they've figured out I'm alive. Worse news, I can't be sure about them. Their decomposing stench burns my throat. They don't sound very big. Maybe they're pygmy zombies.