I have never seen it exploring the twigs of even the smallest of bushes.

When caged it pays no attention to the most enticing caterpillars if the latter take refuge in a tuft of thyme, at a few inches above the ground.

This is a great pity.

If only the beetle could climb how rapidly three or four would rid our cabbages of that grievous pest, the larva of the white cabbage butterfly! Alas! the best have always some failing, some vice.
To exterminate caterpillars: that is the true vocation of the Golden Gardener.

It is annoying that it can give us but little or no assistance in ridding us of another plague of the kitchen-garden: the snail.