A bandit always in search of booty, the Ant discovers the remains.

She divides the rich find, dissects it, and cuts it up into tiny fragments, which go to swell her stock of provisions.

It is not uncommon to see a dying Cigale, whose wings are still trembling in the dust, drawn and quartered by a gang of knackers.

Her body is black with them.

After this instance of cannibalism the truth of the relations between the two insects is obvious.
Antiquity held the Cigale in high esteem.