Mr. Beetle is bored in his marriage. After work, to which he commutes by motorcar, he decides to visit the Gay Dragonfly nightclub, as business bugs are wont to do. “The dancer there understood him.” She is indeed beautiful, a leggy Odonata, who is pursued, after her erotic gyrations, by both the stag beetle and a brash grasshopper, “a movie cameraman”. The former insect wins her buzzing affections, and they elope to a love hotel, but the grasshopper follows on bicycle with his camera in tow. He records their lovemaking through a keyhole and rides off to exact revenge. Meanwhile Mrs. Beetle’s antennae have not been idle. She sends a missive to her artist-beetle lover. “He is away — I am alone — Come!” And he does. They begin to intertwine their many legs, but Mr. Beetle arrives home unexpectedly, and the artist attempts to escape through the chimney, leaving behind a canvas. Domestic violence ensues as Mr. Beetle breaks the inamorato’s artwork over his poor wife’s head and drives her lover into the dirt. Later, the husband and wife attend the cinema — an enduring fantasy space of escape for the unhappily married — whose projectionist is none other than the vengeful grasshopper. As the opening credits roll, Mr. Beetle has a horrifying realization: he has come to immerse himself in fiction but is forced to watch his own infidelity on screen. More domestic violence ensues. Mr. and Mrs. Beetle end up in jail. The film ends with an intertitle: “The home life of the Beetles will be less exciting in the future, we hope.”