One day, bang! The tight cover resounded like the skin of a drum.
Perhaps an oak had dropped an acorn on the umbrella. Presently, one
after the other, bang, bang, bang! Can some practical joker have come
to disturb my solitude and fling acorns or little pebbles at my
umbrella? I leave my tent and inspect the neighbourhood: nothing! The
same sharp sound is repeated. I look up at the ceiling, and the mystery
is explained. The Bembex of the vicinity, who all consume Gad-flies,
had discovered the rich provender that was keeping me company and were
impudently penetrating my shelter to seize the Flies on the ceiling.
Things were going to perfection: I had only to sit still and look.
Every moment a Bembex would enter, swift as lightning, and dart up to
the silken ceiling, which resounded with a sharp thud. Some rumpus was
going on aloft, where the eye could no longer distinguish between
attacker and attacked, so lively was the fray. The struggle did not
last for an appreciable time: the Wasp would retire forthwith with a
victim between her legs. The dull herd of Gad-flies, at this sudden
irruption which slaughtered them one after the other, drew back a
little all round, without quitting the treacherous shelter. It was so
hot outside! Why get excited?
Obviously, this suddenness of attack, followed by the swift removal of
the prey, does not allow the Bembex to regulate her dagger-play. The
sting no doubt performs its office, but it is directed without
precision at those spots which the hazards of the fight place within
its reach. I have seen Bembex, to finish off their half-killed
Gad-flies still struggling in the assassin’s grasp, munch the head and
thorax of the victims. This habit in itself proves that the Wasp wants
a genuine corpse and not a paralysed prey, since she ends the Fly’s
agony with so little ceremony. All things considered, therefore, I
think that, on the one hand, the nature of the prey, which dries up so
quickly, and, on the other hand, the difficulty of making such rapid
attacks, explain why the Bembex serve up dead prey to their larvæ and
consequently cater for them from day to day.
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