Insect Nocturnal Reader Mugs

Bug reading book has antennae that are lights.

Dinner at the Trapdoors

'What did one flea ask the other?' 'Shall we walk or take the dog?'

'You're going to have your future cut out for you, reading bedtime stories.'

Bee flying to another flower.

The prying mantis,

'Your night writing book, madam.'

Bob woke up in a pile of notes, some scrawled so quickly that no one could decode them. He remembered nothing of the night before, except... yes, a fleeting glimpse of the writer's moon.

"And the Hungriest Black Hole there ever was ate everything in the entire universe and lived happily ever after."

'I've always loved your adventurousness in bed.'

"Are you willing to work the night shift?"

Pull and all nighter...

'Oh, oh! Here comes the queen! Look busy!'

"She's a natural!"

Things that go beep in the night.

"Mrs. Beetle, Marty's screen is frozen, again."

'One of the good things about being a dung beetle is that my kids are not fussy eaters...'

'So the prince and princess lowered their expectations became savvy consumers, then they lived reasonably contented forever after.'

"Keeping busy?"

Woman in bed with catalogue of worries.

'I hate playing stinkbugs! Every time we press them on defense, they just let 'e rip!'

'It's not so much you having a cockroach problem - it's more along the lines of us having a human problem.'

"Nonsense, Kevin. How could there be an anteater under your bed?"

The social isolation of the entomologist: 'Most people just want to talk about killing 'em.'

'You should have seen me when I was a caterpillar!'

"Would you like flies with that order?"

"I like to crawl. I was happier as a caterpillar."

You inserted donkey DNA into an insect? I made a braying mantis!

"Chapter three: Homo erectus and the practical use of bones..."

'Sorry Bruce, but we have to stop seeing each other: I've changed, you have to understand...'

"Looks like someone got lucky."

'Mom, I'm only late because you told me not to come in until I wipe my feet first.'

"She introduces herself as Drosophila Melanogaster, but everyone knows she's just a common fruit fly."

Of course he hasn't grown wings yet – You carry him everywhere.

'You've got me all wrong, baby. I don't want to touch your sweater...I want to eat it.'