Carlisle's nose wrinkles at the idea of eating the beetle -- or any insect, for that matter. "Ah. Useful as, um. Such applications may be, I was hoping this one might help me tame my garden. Rabbit can only eat so much of the coilers before he decides to nap."

And Rabbit naps a lot. He watches as the beetle marches into the jar.

"Were any of the beetles in your marsh like that? Feasting upon the plants to help curb the growth so it did not become unmanageable?"