Standing face to face, with foreheads almost touching, the lovers feel and sound each other for a long time with their limp antennae.

They suggest two fencers crossing and recrossing harmless foils.

From time to time, the male stridulates a little, gives a few short strokes of the bow and then falls silent, feeling perhaps too much overcome to continue.
Eleven o'clock strikes; and the declaration is not yet over.

Very regretfully, but conquered by sleepiness, I quit the couple.
Next morning, early, the female carries, hanging at the bottom of her ovipositor, a queer bladder-like arrangement, an opaline capsule, the size of a large pea and roughly subdivided into a small number of egg-shaped vesicles.

When the insect walks, the thing scrapes along the ground and becomes dirty with sticky grains of sand.