Love of the Locust, in the broader sense of the orthopteron, an exclusive, intolerant love, handed down from mother to daughter with a fidelity which the centuries fail to impair, this, yes, this indeed depicts the Tachytes with greater accuracy than a name smacking of the race-course.
"More Hunting Wasps"
J. Henri Fabre
Who will explain to me this predilection for the orthopteron in a tribe whose chief, the Oil-beetle, accepts nothing but the mess of honey?
"The Glow-Worm and Other Beetles"
Jean Henri Fabre