It is six or seven thousand years since the Sacred Beetle was first
talked about. The peasant of ancient Egypt, as he watered his patch of
onions in the spring, would see from time to time a fat black insect
pass close by, hurriedly trundling a ball backwards. He would watch the
queer rolling thing in amazement, as the peasant of Provence watches it
to this day.
The early Egyptians fancied that this ball was a symbol of the earth,
and that all the Scarab’s actions were prompted by the movements of the
heavenly bodies. So much knowledge of astronomy in a Beetle seemed to
them almost divine, and that is why he is called the Sacred Beetle.
They also thought that the ball he rolled on the ground contained the
egg, and that the young Beetle came out of it. But as a matter of fact,
it is simply his store of food.
It is not at all nice food. For the work of this Beetle is to scour the
filth from the surface of the soil. The ball he rolls so carefully is
made of his sweepings from the roads and fields.
This is how he sets about it. The edge of his broad, flat head is
notched with six teeth arranged in a semi-circle, like a sort of curved
rake; and this he uses for digging and cutting up, for throwing aside
the stuff he does not want, and scraping together the food he chooses.
His bow-shaped fore-legs are also useful tools, for they are very
strong, and they too have five teeth on the outside. So if a vigorous
effort be needed to remove some obstacle the Scarab makes use of his
elbows, that is to say he flings his toothed legs to right and left,
and clears a space with an energetic sweep. Then he collects armfuls of
the stuff he has raked together, and pushes it beneath him, between the
four hinder-legs. These are long and slender, especially the last pair,
slightly bowed and finished with a sharp claw. The Beetle then presses
the stuff against his body with his hind-legs, curving it and spinning
it round and round till it forms a perfect ball. In a moment a tiny
pellet grows to the size of a walnut, and soon to that of an apple. I
have seen some gluttons manufacture a ball as big as a man’s fist.
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