The female thus embraced raises her head a trifle as a sign of acquiescence, while the cavalier beats the back of her neck with his antennae.

The embrace is brief, and they abruptly separate; after a little refreshment the two parties are ready for other adventures, and yet others, so long as there are males available.

After the feast, a brief and primitive wooing; after the wooing, the feast; in such delights the life of the Gardener passes.
The females of my collection were in no proper ratio to the number of aspiring lovers; there were five females to twenty males.

No matter; there was no rivalry, no hustling; all went peacefully and sooner or later each was satisfied.
I should have preferred a better proportioned assembly.

Chance, not choice, had given me that at my disposal.