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Maggot, I'm going to pull a rabbit out of your hat!
Got me as fussed as a fart in a mitten.
Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?
You're a parasite for sore eyes.
The damn vermin are so numerous that I am afraid to sneeze, for fear the damned lice would regard it as gong for dinner, and eat me up - Robert Cobb Kennedy
Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy, yo.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Poison summac daddy. Got an itch real baddy.
The news just came in from the County of Keck That a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck Is yawning so wide you can look down his neck. This may not seem very important, I know, but it Is, so I'm bothering telling you so.
Mosquitoes bite you as if they are in some kind of love with you.
An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm.
I ran.
Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
Barking spiders!
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world.
Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical.
Yes. Then they eat them
porcine whipworm,
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.
Scummer, pox and wound rot!" roared Tunstall, slamming his fist down on the bed. "Gods cursed the pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts that did this to me! May every flea, leech and hookworm in all creation find and feast upon them!
Outside our small safe place flies mystery.
When they were naming the animals, somebody got lazy: anteater? What's it doing? It's eating ants. DONE!
* The vermine is a small black-and-white relative of the lemming, found in the cold Hublandish regions. Its skin is rare and highly valued, especially by the vermine itself; the selfish little bastard will do anything rather than let go of it.
My hand-stitched wings itch
to take flight
to test the winds of change
that inevitably blow
at the end
of a cycle.
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.
[ ... ] a super-rat. I nailed it across the eyes once with a lucky shot with the butt of my gun, but it got up again and shat in my telephone.
Witches' Warts! Looks like I'm going to have to break witch law again.
I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.
A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
Flies are so mighty that they win battles, paralyse our minds, eat up our bodies.
Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.
The bats inebriate the sky . . .
If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!
Flies are the dead man's revenge.
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
How to spell Aedes aegypti,the world's one-stop, viral-disease-transmitting mosquito: T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep;
And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep.
Bats!
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself beneath his heart.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Also had a very hairy nose. It looked as if there were two very small mice hiding in his nostrils.1
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
Our houses are hosts to these creatures which are ultra-tiny (so small they were only first discovered in 1965) which live in human carpets, in our beds, on our food, floating in the air, in fact, they are omnipresent.
Persian insect powder, mixed into a paste with petroleum jelly, had killed the lice in her hair, but then she'd inspected her clothes and found them infested with body lice, likely picked up from one of the walking wounded who
The mosquitoes here are big enough to rape a chicken.
Turn on the prudent ant thy heedful eyes. Observe her labors, sluggard, and be wise.
How about these?" said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermione's nose. "Definitely not," said Harry. Ron nearly dropped the jar. "Harry!" squealed Hermione.
Life in this village is like that of a louse hanging on to a wrinkle in a loincloth.
I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
At some point, some insect has had sex with a leaf.
The Duke said: "Paul, I'm doing a hateful thing, but I must." He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing's sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead. The Duke's
Specialisation is for insects!
Ow."
"You had a mosquito."
"No, I didn't.
The black insect-dead eyes in her suety, pockmarked face gaze at him
Everywhere the devil spits, poison ivy grows.
Lice consume grass, rust consumes iron, and lying the soul!
Thank you adult mittens, for allowing me to give people the finger without them knowing it.
Why, you boggle-eyed, flap-tongued, drag-bellied offspring of unmentionable algae! You seething little leprous blotch of bat-nibbled fungus! You cringing parasite on the underside of a dwarfish and ignoble worm!
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Flatterers are the worst kind of enemies.
[Lat., Pessimum genus inimicorum laudantes.]
Though you strut proud of your money, yet fortune has not changed your birth.
[Lat., Licet superbus ambules pecuniae,
Fortuna non mutat genus.]
Hess laughed. "You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath."
Oh, I am mousy," she said."All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try.
Even a mouse bites.
Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?
You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.
Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.
Where germs go?"
"Sunrise," I said. "Poof."
Butter's voice sounded bewildered. "Vampire germs?"
"The tiny capes are a dead giveaway.
Bone-white moths drop one by one to cover cuts on Odette's legs and obscure mud-water splotches patterning her skirts. They rest at the bases of her fingers like heaving white jewels on rings lighter than air.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
That parasite: the past.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Mosquitoes were using my ankles as filling stations.
She is a small woman with a face like a book mite; she is not without opinions.
God, think of the great men that have nibbled on me, and now I'm nothing but a snack for a virus - something that can't even decide if it's a plant or an animal.
Cockroach: What is war?
Man: How we lost the human race.
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.
Hee that dines and leaves, layes the cloth twice.
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.
You can't survive by sucking the juice from a wet mitten.
Harpies, n. A disease transmitted to humans by birds with human faces.
Satan's hairy ass!
Have you ever been bitten by an elephant? How about a mosquito? It's the little things in life that will bite you.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
A fly is a very light burden; but if it were perpetually to return and settle on one's nose, it might weary us of our very lives.
were rabid, foaming bats blindly cleaving the air around his head. And it seemed that every few steps he would run straight into a twister of mosquitoes. Though he had been paid a large amount of cash up front, he was seriously considering increasing his daily fee on this one.
Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
He discards a quilt for fear of bugs.
Beelzebug n. Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
I looked around for a fly to kill
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
In the summer evenings, fireflies swarm around the tarn, making something hateful almost beautiful.
Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of minute, dark beings.
Haesten.
If this world ever contained one worthless, treacherous slime-coated piece of human dung then it was Haesten.
Life is an extravagant gown, riddled with lice.
What is it like to be a bat? What is it like for a bat to be a bat?Bat-- Thomas Nagel
I am not a bat. ~Rephaim
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