"In most insect groups, they are. Bees, ants, butterflies, mantids, you name it." He smiled at her when she was sassy with the nurse, holding her hand in a rather respectful, big brother-esque manner. The nurse tut-tutted a bit, but said it was good that her temperature was stable before leaving.
John stroked her hair, wondering what could possibly want to hurt Lydia, even in dreams. "I should warn you. In my dreams I'm not exactly a saint."