It’s all a charade: Bug Night #10

The Bug Night-er put one arm over her head, as if she was a cat, grooming her face—except she wasn’t a cat. She was trying to emulate her favorite bug for charades.
“Limnophilidae!” shouted another Bug Night-er with inappropriate confidence.
The charader was deflated. She attempted to emulate a dorsal hump on her second abdominal segment. She loved this bug and felt that everyone should recognize it by now. The sitting room Bug Night-ers gazed at their navels. Some, seeming uncomfortable, fled the room.
“Leptoceridae,” whispered the hovering standing room Bug Night-er.
The female White Coat asked the hoverer to speak louder and with more confidence.
“Leptoceridae!” she repeated with feeling.
“Ah, now I see it,” chimed in one of the other Bug Night-ers.
The next Bug Night-er began his Gerridae pantomine. More navels received gazes.