Finally the two separate, but they are soon to be made one flesh in a much more intimate fashion.

If the poor lover is loved by his mistress as the giver of fertility, she also loves him as the choicest of game.

During the day, or at latest on the morrow, he is seized by his companion, who first gnaws through the back of his neck, according to use and wont, and then methodically devours him, mouthful by mouthful, leaving only the wings.
Here we have no case of jealousy, but simply a depraved taste.
I had the curiosity to wonder how a second male would be received by a newly fecundated female.

The result of my inquiry was scandalous.

The Mantis in only too many cases is never sated with embraces and conjugal feasts.