The beetles, however, delight in it.

No matter how many flocks I provide them with, they are all consumed.

But no one, that I know of, has ever found the Golden Gardener and its larva in the silken cocoons of the Bombyx.

I do not expect ever to make such a discovery.
These cocoons are inhabited only in winter, when the Gardener is indifferent to food, and lies torpid in the earth.

In April, however, when the processions of larvae are seeking a suitable site for burial and metamorphosis, the Gardener should profit largely by its good fortune should it by any chance encounter them.
The furry nature of the victim does not in the least incommode the beetle; but the hairiest of all our caterpillars, the Hedgehog Caterpillar, with its undulating mane, partly red and partly black, does seem to be too much for the beetle.