I have never heard of bees and butterflies, only moths, producing fertile eggs without copulation.
"More Letters of Charles Darwin" by Charles Darwin
Bees, flies, moths, and butterflies, especially the latter, hover near.
"Wild Flowers Worth Knowing" by Neltje Blanchan
It was the old fable again of the bee and the bee-moth.
"Miriam Monfort" by Catherine A. Warfield
Bees began to hum by Wade, and fluttering moths winged uncertain flight over him.
"The Mysterious Rider" by Zane Grey
It knows how to do it as well as bees know how to ventilate the hive, or how to seal up or entomb the grub of an invading moth.
"The Breath of Life" by John Burroughs
The bee moth is another serious enemy.
"Agriculture for Beginners" by Charles William Burkett
If she gets the least opportunity Mother Bee-Moth lays her eggs in the wax of the honeycomb, for the baby moths are very fond of wax.
"Little Busybodies" by Jeanette Augustus Marks and Julia Moody
The moths came no more; the bees forsook her for the bluebells.
""Wee Tim'rous Beasties"" by Douglas English
This clearly shuts out the bees, butterflies, and smaller moths.
"My Studio Neighbors" by William Hamilton Gibson
LIZARDS refusing certain moths and caterpillars, 121; devouring bees, 121.
"Contributions to the Theory of Natural Selection" by Alfred Russel Wallace
The white moth to the closing bine,
The bee to the opened clover,
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
"The Gipsy Trail" by Rudyard Kipling
She is a star, a rose,
I but a moth, a bee;
High in her heaven she glows,
Blooms far away from me:
She is a star, a rose,
Never for me.
"Never" by Madison Julius Cawein
And the silken moth sailed by her
With a swift and a snow-white sail;
Not a gilt-girt bee came nigh her,
Nor a fly in his gay green mail.
"Kinship" by Helen Gray Cone
From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
From flower to flower the moths and bees;
With all its nests and stately trees
It had been mine, and it was lost.
"Shut Out" by Christina Georgina Rossetti
White from her chrysalis of cloud,
The moth-like moon swings upward through the night;
And all the bee-like stars that crowd
The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.
"Under The Hunter’s Moon" by Madison Julius Cawein
Like knots against the trunks of trees
The lichen-colored moths are pressed;
And, wedged in hollow blooms, the bees
Seem clots of pollen; in its nest
The wasp has crawled and lies at ease.
"Rain In The Woods" by Madison Julius Cawein
Most pollinators are animals we see every day – hummingbirds, bats, flies, beetles, wasps, ants, butterflies, moths and bees.
The anesthetic may not only help honey bees fend off pests such as wax moth and the parasitic varroa mite, but it also has great potential for use in human medicine.