The Empusa refuses them.

They are too big for her and can offer too strenuous a resistance.

She wards off their approach with blows of her mitre.
A few tender morsels, in the shape of very young Grasshoppers, are readily accepted.

Unfortunately, such windfalls do not often find their way into my sweeping-net.

Abstinence becomes obligatory until the arrival of the first Butterflies.