The cavity was dug by the Wasps themselves. Of that there is no doubt;
for holes so large and so regular do not exist ready-made. The original
foundress of the nest may have seized on some cavity made by a Mole, to
help her at the beginning; but the greater part of the enormous vault
was the work of the Wasps. Yet there is not a scrap of rubbish outside
the entrance. Where is the mass of earth that has been removed?
It has been spread over such a large surface of ground that it is
unnoticed. Thousands and thousands of Wasps work at digging the cellar,
and enlarging it as that becomes necessary. They fly up to the outer
world, each carrying a particle of earth, which they drop on the ground
at some distance from the nest, in all directions. Being scattered in
this way the earth leaves no visible trace.
The Wasp’s nest is made of a thin, flexible material like brown paper,
formed of particles of wood. It is streaked with bands, of which the
colour varies according to the wood used. If it were made in a single
continuous sheet it would give little protection against the cold. But
the Common Wasp, like the ballon-maker, knows that heat may be
preserved by means of a cushion of air contained by several wrappers.
So she makes her paper-pulp into broad scales, which overlap loosely
and are laid on in numerous layers. The whole forms a coarse blanket,
thick and spongy in texture and well filled with stagnant air. The
temperature under this shelter must be truly tropical in hot weather.
The fierce Hornet, chief of the Wasps, builds her nest on the same
principle. In the hollow of a willow, or within some empty granary, she
makes, out of fragments of wood, a very brittle kind of striped yellow
cardboard. Her nest is wrapped round with many layers of this
substance, laid on in the form of broad convex scales which are welded
to one another. Between them are wide intervals in which air is held
motionless.
The Wasp, then, often acts in accordance with the laws of physics and
geometry. She employs air, a non-conductor of heat, to keep her home
warm; she made blankets before man thought of it; she builds the outer
walls of the nest in the shape that gives her the largest amount of
room in the smallest wrapper; and in the form of her cell, too, she
economises space and material.
And yet, clever as these wonderful architects are, they amaze us by
their stupidity in the face of the smallest difficulty. On the one hand
their instincts teach them to behave like men of science; but on the
other it is plain that they are entirely without the power of
reflection. I have convinced myself of this fact by various
experiments.
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