labours, either to come and dust herself in the sun, to rid herself of
the grains of sand which, slipping into her delicate joints, might
hamper the liberty of her movements, or else to reconnoitre the
neighbourhood. Despite these interruptions, which for that matter do
not last long, the gallery is dug in the space of a few hours; and the
Sphex comes to her threshold to chant her triumph and give the
finishing polish to her work by removing some unevenness and carrying
away a speck or two of earth whose drawbacks are perceptible to her
discerning eye alone.
Of the numerous tribes of Sphex-wasps which I have visited, one in
particular remains fixed in my memory because of its curious
dwelling-place. On the edge of a high-road were some small heaps of
mud, taken from the ditches by the road-mender’s shovel. One of these
heaps, long ago dried in the sun, formed a cone-shaped mound,
resembling a large sugar-loaf twenty inches high. The site seemed to
have attracted the Wasps, who had established themselves there in a
more populous colony than I have ever since beheld. The cone of dry mud
was riddled from top to bottom with burrows, which gave it the
appearance of an enormous sponge. On every storey there was a feverish
animation, a busy coming and going which reminded one of the scenes in
some great yard when the work is urgent. Crickets were being dragged by
the antennæ up the slopes of the conical city; victuals were being
stored in the larders of the cells; dust was pouring from the galleries
in process of excavation by the miners; grimy faces appeared at
intervals at the mouths of the tunnels; there were constant exits and
constant entrances; and now and again a Sphex, in her brief intervals
of leisure, would climb to the top of the cone, perhaps to cast a look
of satisfaction from this belvedere over the works in general. What a
spectacle to tempt me, to make me long to carry the whole city and its
inhabitants away with me! It was useless even to try: the mass was too
heavy. One cannot root up a village from its foundations to transplant
it elsewhere.
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