A small bug floating on a warm summer night. Emitting a soft glow of bioluminescent light

I come from a land of ice and snow What am I, do you know? Dressed in a tuxedo Dive like a torpedo

I glide on winter’s silver skin, yet also haunt the ocean floor. One self is steel that sings on ice, the other spreads its wings to soar.

I stand in the field and wear old clothes, but I am not a person. Birds avoid me because I look like someone watching them

I'm a tiny worker and can carry fifty times my own weight. People generally don't appreciate me though, because sometimes their homes I invade.