Lastly, thanks to its graceful oval, this cocoon seems rather the
product of some elaborate manufacture than that of a grub. To any one
unacquainted with the secret, the cocoons which I had built with
blotting-sand might have been jewels of some unknown workmanship, great
beads studded with golden spots on a lapis-lazuli ground, destined to
form the necklace of a Polynesian belle.
CHAPTER XVII
THE RETURN TO THE NEST
The Ammophila sinking her well at a late hour of the day leaves her
work, after closing the orifice with a stone lid, flits away from
flower to flower, goes to another part of the country, and yet next day
is able to come back with her caterpillar to the home excavated on the
day before, notwithstanding the unfamiliar locality, which is often
quite new to her. The Bembex, laden with game, alights with almost
mathematical precision on the threshold of her door, which is blocked
with sand and indistinguishable from the rest of the sandy expanse.
Where my sight and recollection are at fault, their eyes and their
memory possess a sureness that is very nearly infallible. One would
think that insects had something more subtle than mere remembrance, a
kind of intuition for places to which we have nothing similar, in
short, an indefinable faculty which I call memory, failing any other
expression to denote it. There can be no name for the unknown. In order
to throw if possible a little light on this detail of animal
psychology, I made a series of experiments which I will now describe.
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The first has for its subject the Great Cerceris, who hunts
Cleonus-weevils. About ten o’clock in the morning I catch twelve
females, all belonging to the same colony and at work on the same bank,
busy digging burrows or victualling them. Each prisoner is placed
separately in a little paper bag and the whole lot put in a box. I walk
about a mile and a half from the site of the nests and then release my
Cerceres, first taking care, so that I may know them later, to mark
them with a white dot in the middle of the thorax, using a straw dipped
in indelible paint.
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