I think it's true that we think like insects and vice-versa. We might consider ourselves for more complex but I think our motivations and passions are insectoid at the core. All our love and morality and intellect are just outgrowths of this core. Who would deny that insects aren't the most amazingly ingenious little bastards?

I was watching this nature show and I saw this segment of some kind of fly or something where the male goes out and gathers sweetgum and rolls it into a ball. Then he carries it while he flies around. When he spots a female, he lands and deposits his treat before her. If she starts eating it, it means she accepts him and he mounts her as she munches and impregnates her. Now that might be just a tad stripped-down from human interaction but it is the same scenario as a man presenting chocolates to a woman. We may not be moutning her while she devours them, but that's pretty much the aim of the entire ritual--it's culmination if you will. We're just insects and reptiles underneath it all.