One of the best insect names I know is the Calligraphy Beetle. This one is Calligrapha confluens, and both the larva and the beetle itself feed only on alder.
I like to imagine that an ancient Tang dynasty Chinese scholar took brush and ink, and wrote a poem to this beetle on its carapace, in lü shi, or regulated verse.
Here is its patterning from above:
It is not a ladybug (lady bird for you Brits), but in the family Chrysomelidae, or Leaf Beetles.
It is a nymph, i.e. not yet an adult, and when it is all grown up it will be black and red, with two bloody spots that give it its name:
Like all stinkbugs they produce a smell in self-defence. I have never smelled it, because I cannot bring myself to bully the tiny stink bug.
This is a very smart Spotted Cucumber Beetle, on a rose. And look what is hiding underneath the petal:
This beetle delights in the scientific name of Diabrotica undecimpunctata howardi, which would appear to imply it has 11 spots, but I count 12. Maybe the eponymous Mr Howard couldn’t count? Or I suppose the central two closest to the head are almost merged? Dapper though it is, it is a major agricultural pest of cucurbits and corn.
So now you see how exquisite beetles can be, you can see why the Egyptians carved scarabs in their honor, like these fron the Met’s collection.
PS I have more lovely beetles, which I will save for another time.