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Englisch-Deutsch Übersetzungen für das Wort: bug

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Insekt {n}Neutrum (das) (allg.) bug (esp. Am.)
Bazillus {m}Maskulinum (der) (auch fig.) bug
Defekt {m}Maskulinum (der) bug
Fieber {n}Neutrum (das) bug
Minispion {m}Maskulinum (der) bug
Mucken {pl}Plural (die) bug
Programmfehler {m}Maskulinum (der) bug
Wanze {f}Femininum (die) [zool.] bug
Wanze {f}Femininum (die) [ugs., fig.] (Abhörgerät) bug
Leidenschaft {f}Femininum (die) (Begeisterung) bug [fig.]
Spleen {m}Maskulinum (der) bug [fig.]
Fieber {n}Neutrum (das) [fig.] bug [fig.]
Floh {m}Maskulinum (der) (fig.) bug
(verdammtes) Viech {n}Neutrum (das) [ugs.] (Insekt) (blasted) bug [Am.]
Fehler {m}Maskulinum (der) [EDV] (Programmfehler) bug
Abhörwanze {f}Femininum (die) [ugs.] (Abhörgerät) bug
Wanzengift {n}Neutrum (das) bug venom
Wanzengift {n}Neutrum (das) bug poison
Wanzensuche {f}Femininum (die) [ugs.] (Suche nach Abhörgeräten) bug sweep
Wanzenplage {f}Femininum (die) bug pest
Wanzenstich {m}Maskulinum (der) bug bite
Insektenstich {m}Maskulinum (der) bug bite [Am.]
Klapse {f}Femininum (die) [ugs., pej.] (Irrenhaus, psychiatrische Klinik) bug house [Am.] [coll.]
Insektenspray {n}Neutrum (das) {m}Maskulinum (der) [chem.] (Repellent) bug spray {s} [Am.] [coll.]
Wanzenlarve {f}Femininum (die) [zool.] bug larva
Wanzenlarven {pl}Plural (die) [zool.] bug larvae
Brutbaum {m}Maskulinum (der) bug tree
Insektenentferner {m}Maskulinum (der) bug remover [Am.]
Insekten-Entferner {m}Maskulinum (der) bug remover [Am.]
Knutschfleck {m}Maskulinum (der) [ugs.] bug bite [coll.]
Lutschfleck {m}Maskulinum (der) [bes. österr., ugs.] (Knutschfleck) bug bite [coll.]
Wanzenei {n}Neutrum (das) [zool.] bug egg
Wanzeneier {pl}Plural (die) [zool.] bug eggs
Wanzen-Ei {n}Neutrum (das) [zool.] bug egg
Wanzen-Eier {pl}Plural (die) [zool.] bug eggs


Beispielsätze

That’s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we’d a had him along ‘stead of our kings he’d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done.
The sand began to work, and presently a small black bug appeared for a second and then darted under again in a fright.
It might have seemed to him a waste of pomp and ammunition to kill a bug with a battery of artillery, but there seemed nothing incongruous about the getting up such an expensive thunderstorm as this to knock the turf from under an insect like himself.
He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot.
Thus far my sense of sight; while dry rot and wet rot and all the silent rots that rot in neglected roof and cellar,—rot of rat and mouse and bug and coaching-stables near at hand besides—addressed themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned, “Try Barnard’s Mixture.”
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts—from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved, With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more, Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days, (They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,) Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see, Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house, Putting higher claims for him there with his roll'd-up sleeves driving the mallet and chisel, Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation, Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars, Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction, Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr'd laths, their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames; By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born, Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists, The snag-tooth'd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come, Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery; What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then, The bull and the bug never worshipp'd half enough, Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream'd, The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes, The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious; By my life-lumps!
For if I should kill another bug or beetle I should surely cry again, and crying rusts my jaws so that I cannot speak."
Die thou, and die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
The bug which you would fright me with I seek.


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