The moment adopted by the Gnat is chosen with great discrimination: it
is the only moment when she is able to accomplish her designs without
danger, and without useless dodging about. The Wasp, half-trapped in
the entrance-hall, cannot see the foe so daringly perched on the
hind-quarters of the prey; if she suspects the parasite’s presence, she
cannot drive her away, having no liberty of movement in the narrow
corridor; lastly, in spite of all the precautions which she takes to
facilitate her entrance, she cannot always vanish underground with the
necessary speed, the fact being that the bandit is much too quick for
her. This indeed is the auspicious moment and the only one, since
prudence forbids the Fly to penetrate into the cave where other Flies,
far stronger than herself, serve as food for the grub. Outside, in the
open air, the difficulty is insurmountable, thanks to the intense
vigilance of the Bembex. Let us turn for a minute to the arrival of the
mother while her home is being watched by Miltogrammæ.
A number of these Midges, greater or less from time to time but usually
three or four, station themselves on the sand and remain perfectly
still, all gazing at the burrow, of which they well know the entrance,
carefully hidden though it be. Their dull-brown colour, their great
blood-red eyes, their indefatigable patience have often suggested to me
a picture of brigands, clad in dark frieze, with a red handkerchief
round their heads, waiting in ambush for the moment to strike a felon
blow. The Wasp arrives carrying her prey. If nothing of an alarming
nature troubled her, she would then and there alight at her door. But
she hovers at a certain height, comes down slowly and circumspectly,
hesitates; and a plaintive whimpering, resulting from a special
vibration of her wings, expresses her fears. She has seen the
malefactors therefore. They too have seen the Bembex: they follow her
with their eyes, as the movement of their red heads shows; every gaze
is turned towards the coveted booty. Now come the marches and
countermarches of craft striving to outwit prudence.
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