Man-eating mantids and blood-drawing beetles.

What a week at work I've had.
On Thursday, we had some new mantids in the case where Beyonce 2 (the old praying mantis) used to be. Praying mantids only live about 6 months after they've hatched, so the ones in the cases get switched up fairly often. So I take this one - let's call her Beyonce 3 - out of the case to show my tour group, and she's really eyeing me up. I had a small tour group, so she only got passed to one person. When I tried to put her back in the cage, though, she went a bit mental on me, pinched me with her giant raptorial forearms and then bit me! By this time I already had my hand in the case, and shook it in surprise. After a moment she let go, but not before drawing blood- the little bugger.
After another tour, I'd calmed down enough to think about bringing the (also new) mantis out of the other half of the case. This one didn't bite me, but a pinch with her forearms made me think she would, so brilliantly I shook my hand and she flew off (unharmed- they do have wings).
I really just want to write these off as bugs being little bitches, but probably they were just hungry and maybe a little confused. At the same time, though, my fingers can't really look all that much like a headless cricket.
Two days later- today, Saturday- was a fabulous day of tours. Some days I go in and haven't got a proper train of thought, but I was rocking it today. My group and I came to the Atlas beetle, and some of the guests pointed out that he was on his back. The thing about these guys is that they're so big and have such gigantic horns (used for fighting over females, of course) that if they get stuck on their back, they can't flip themselves over on their own. Me, being the wonderful employee and bug samaritan that I am, decided to give the guy a hand. It turns out if you offer a hand, they'll take a finger - at least a big bloody chunk. Because we just got him in a few days ago, I hadn't been briefed that he actually needs to be picked up by the horns, and not by the back. I guess he panicked, and my index finger got pinched between his wing cases and his head. I decided to attempt to ignore it- play it cool and continue with my tour. When the blood started running down my hands, the tour group assured me it was quite all right- they'd wait while I cleaned myself up.
In the end though, I guess it makes for a good story. I even made my first tip today! No surprise, though, that it came from a couple who witnessed the bloody beetle battle. But yes, the beetle is really that big.