The female Bug Night-er was in a quandary about her plans for the evening. She was walking toward St. Paul’s School and weighing her options and considered taking off her usual Wednesday night identification duties. It was warm and the evening breeze brought soft and sweet air that was more like April than February. It […]

“What’s up with the male White Coat?” asked the Bug Nigh-er, “He doesn’t seem to be himself.” The White Coat did seem to be a bit sweaty and a little stressed when fielding questions. Come to think of it, the Bug Night-ers mused, where was the female White Coat? “Remember?” one of the leadership Bug […]

“It’s as plain as the compound eyes on my face,” said the sartorial insect as he became aggressive and angry, “Why do you need a ‘scope?” It was a good question but the Bug Night-er was getting older. It was more difficult to see and he wanted to be sure to get this identification correctly. […]

“You’re beautiful,” he said, “Don’t ever change.” The Bug Night-ers looking on were startled—some of them were repulsed but most understood. It was not so long ago that a particular bug, worm, shelled creature, or arachnid had captured their hearts, and they were changed by it. They were just a bit surprised that it had […]