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I look at an ant and I see myself: a native South African, endowed by nature with a strength much greater than my size so I might cope with the weight of a racism that crushes my spirit.
Speak with contempt of none, from slave to king, The meanest Bee hath, and will use, a sting.
Flies are so mighty that they win battles, paralyse our minds, eat up our bodies.
[Insects] are not only cold-blooded, and green- and yellow-blooded, but are also cased in a clacking horn. They have rigid eyes and brains strung down their backs. But they make up the bulk of our comrades-at-life, so I look to them for a glimmer of companionship.
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
The Honey is sweet, but the Bee has a Sting.
Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are.
I'm half Jewish half WASP.
That which is not good for the swarm, neither is it good for the bee.
A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.
The music of the busy bee Is drowsy, and it comforts me; But, ah! 'tis quite another thing, When that same bee concludes to sting! Andrew Downing (nineteenth-century American horticulturalist)
His "s's" in "something" and "this" were so sharp that it seemed his mouth was a nest of wasps.
Deathwatch. That's a kind of beetle, it buries carrion. I
Insects all business all the time.
I have not skillFrom such a sharp and waspish word as "No"To pluck the sting.
If we were bees, ants, or Lacedaemonian| warriors, to whom personal fear does not exist and cowardice is the most shameful thing in the world, warring would go on forever. But luckily we are only men - and cowards.
The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.
My epiglottis is full of bees!
Specialisation is for insects!
What's the bee in your bonnet? Seems to be some kind of idealism.
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
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.
Like the previous one, this angel smiles when he sees my blade. He's up for more of a challenge than squashing an ant. At least this ant has a sharp knife and an attitude.
To insects--sensual lust.
My mind is full of hornets.
You never can tell with bees.Bees-- A.a. Milne
Non apibus dubitandem est.
(You never can tell with bees.)
~ Winnie ille Pu
Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense
what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.
But as of late, I have been consumed with the significant task of revising the latest edition of my Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, while alternately putting the finishing touches on my four volumes of The Whole Art of Detection. The latter is a rather tedious, labyrinthine undertaking ...
Shakespeare, adrenal glands, professional bowling, and the bizarre reproductive patterns of wasps (along with teams of BBC cameraman to document them(
I am watching bees.
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
In handling a stinging insect, move very slowly.
Mr. Beeblebrox, sir,' said the insect in awed wonder, 'you're so weird you should be in movies.;
'Yeah,' said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, 'and you, baby, should be in real life.' The insect paused for a moment
There is a pleasure a bee takes in collecting nectar and piling it into a hive. It knows well that the chores involved in such a task will yield sweet results.
Unhappily children do hurt flies
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.
And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.
If you're an insect, then you're a mayfly. Here for a day and then gone.
And an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant? An ironic way to die.
A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
Go to k the ant, O l sluggard; consider her ways, and m be wise. 7 n Without having any chief, o officer, or ruler, 8 she prepares her bread p in summer
I'm covered in bees!
Soon, they actually began to titter on their toes as they glared at me, looking more like an army of angry wasps than ever before. All they needed now were matching yellow and black jumpers and pretend stingers!
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Turn on the prudent ant thy heedful eyes. Observe her labors, sluggard, and be wise.
Insects are what neurosis would sound like, if neurosis could make a noise with its nose.
I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
It is astonishing how much worse one mosquito can be than a swarm. A swarm can be prepared against, but one mosquito takes on a personality - a hatefulness, a sinister quality of the struggle to the death.
Revenge commonly hurts both the offerer and sufferer; as we see in a foolish bee, which in her anger invenometh the flesh and loseth her sting, and so lives a drone ever after.
Bees
dig the plum blossoms
One who has been stung by a spider should not go out and kill bees.
One young man who had a tattoo of a bumblebee on his arm (the symbol of his favorite reggae group) was identified as a gang member. The gang was identified as the "Killer Bee Gang." According to Department of Corrections records, the Killer Bees were a gang of one.
The air was alive with yellow wasps. We must have stepped on a wasps' nest in a rotten branch as we walked. And while I was running up the hill, my dad stayed and got stung, to give me time to run away.
Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers;
How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd,
Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell,
Thus it is in the world-hive; most where men
Lie deep in cities as in drifts.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
At some point, some insect has had sex with a leaf.
What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.
After Elner Shimfissle accidentally poked that wasps' nest up in her fig tree, the last thing she remembered was thinking "Uh-oh.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
The batsman's technique was like an old lady poking her umbrella at a wasp's nest.
Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.
Come with me, Douglass; I will defend you with my life. I want you for a special purpose. When I strike, the bees will begin to swarm, and I shall want you to help hive them.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
Every saint has a bee in his halo.
Oh but I want to be a bee frightfully,' wailed Kezia... A tiny bee, all yellow-furry, with striped legs. She drew her legs up under her and leaned over the table. She felt she was a bee.
The fly that prefers sweetness to a long life may drown in honey.
And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?
Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal.
Do not grumble that bees sting;
rejoice that they make honey.
Do flies trapped in amber scream?
This is for all the little Stingers
The best way to catch a bee is using its own honey.
Flies are the dead man's revenge.
Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
The instincts of the ant are very unimportant, considered as the ants; but the moment a ray of relation is seen to be a monitor, a little body with a mighty heart, then all its habits, even that said to be recently observed, that it never sleeps, become sublime.
Flies are the price we pay for summer.
For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch ...
I've become a much more serious young insect.
MRSA, which is a kind of super bug mutant, is killing 10,000 people a year in Britain.
For us, a pretty bird is a pretty bird; for an insect, pretty bird is an ugly enemy!
Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.
Why don't you do some Bee CPR? BPR!
Golf is the only opportunity that middle-aged WASPs have to dress up like a pimp.
When they were naming the animals, somebody got lazy: anteater? What's it doing? It's eating ants. DONE!
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
(Brazilians called the bees "eye lickers.")
In summer the empire of insects spreads.
And the beautiful lady, still with her beautiful wasp's waist, the very beautiful lady whose charms buzz around our childish dreams, will not turn to cigar smoke when the North Star appears.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
But sometimes when you are getting nowhere, you have to give the wasps' nest a wallop
I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.
Nothing seems to please a fly so much as to be taken for a currant; and if it can be baked in a cake and palmed off on the unwary, it dies happy.
The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go?
As a thinker and planner the ant is the equal of any savage race of men; as a self-educated specialist in several arts she is the superior of any savage race of men; and in one or two high mental qualities she is above the reach of any man, savage or civilized!
The bee that hath honey in her mouth hath a sting in her tail.