The title makes the book sound like what it isn't---for children. Insects are human, all too human, whether that is a stink bug during the French Revolution who thinks the shape of his shell is proof of "intelligent design," a disgruntled wasp who resents Icarus for making wings out of feathers and beeswax, or a moth and fly who peddle techniques for overcoming the iconic self-defeating behaviors of their species, like the fatal attraction to burning candles, and getting trapped in glass bottles. Written with a nod of respect in the direction of Aesop and La Fontaine, while holding a mirror to our times.