There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

What the title says.

Written for my 500th Twitter follower, who happens to be an articulate house fly.

Un patto tra un bambino ed una formica.

A funny childhood memory of stag beetles.

Fiction, Comedy, Short Story- A nonsensical, fantastical story about a bold bug who steals a ride on my car window, and the showdown between us that ensues.

I was doing some writing and a fly started pestering me, so I wrote this poem.

Bugs are bad, but that chemical stank, whoooeeee.

The morning light is always magical, it turns everything into a treasure.

All my bug friends are gone.