After making the circle of spectators stand back so as to leave the
field clear for the Sphex, I take away her prey with a pair of pincers
and at once give her in exchange one of my Ephippigers, carrying a
sword at the end of her belly, like the game which I have abstracted.
The dispossessed Wasp stamps her feet two or three times; and that is
the only sign of impatience which she gives. She goes for her new prey,
which is too stout, too obese even to try to avoid pursuit, grips it
with her mandibles by the saddle-shaped corselet, gets astride and,
curving her abdomen, slips the end of it under the Ephippiger’s thorax.
Here, no doubt, some stings are administered, though I am unable to
state the number exactly, because of the difficulty of observation. The
Ephippiger, a peaceable victim, suffers herself to be operated on
without resistance; she is like the silly Sheep of our
slaughter-houses. The Sphex takes her time and wields her lancet with a
deliberation which favours accuracy of aim. So far, the observer has
nothing to complain of; but the prey touches the ground with its breast
and belly, and exactly what happens underneath escapes his eye. As for
interfering and lifting the Ephippiger a little, so as to see better,
that must not be thought of: the murderess would resheathe her weapon
and retire. The act that follows is easy to observe. After stabbing the
thorax, the tip of the abdomen appears under the victim’s neck, which
the operator forces open by pressing the nape. At this point the sting
probes with marked persistency, as if the prick administered here were
more effective than elsewhere. One would be inclined to think that the
nerve-centre attacked is the lower part of the œsophageal chain; but
the continuance of movement in the mouth-parts—the mandibles, jaws and
palpi—controlled by this seat of innervation shows that such is not the
case. Through the neck the Sphex reaches simply the ganglia of the
thorax, or at any rate the first of them, which is more easily
accessible through the thin skin of the neck than through the
integuments of the chest.
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