One comprehends that in this stage of existence the milky and succulent
nymphs of the ants will prove a very appetizing dish for the bird, and
for the infinite number of creatures which hunt them greedily.
I have dissected only one nymph in the last days of its nymph-period,
and when near its time of hatching. But that one was sufficient. The
sight (seen through a lens of twelve times magnifying power) was very
painful. The being was completely formed, and already black on the
belly, yellow on the corselet. The head was intelligent, like that of
an old ant, but pale, and changing from yellow to black. Still weak
and heavy, and seized, as it were, with vertigo, it rolled from right
to left, and from left to right, with a singular effect of somnolence
and pain. You might have supposed it to be saying: "Ah me! so soon!
Why hast thou called me so cruelly, before the proper hour, from my
soft cradle to the harsh drudgery of life? But it is all at end for
me!" It struggled nevertheless to confront the unknown chances of its
novel situation, and to disengage its trammelled limbs. The antennæ
were already perfectly free, and stirred about in their anxiety to
discern the new world; this cerebral organ revealed very plainly
the disquietude and agitation of the brain. Its greatest perplexity
arose from its failure to release its two arms (or anterior limbs).
It laboured violently to do so. They were glued to the body by an
indescribable something which might be called a pale blood, and one
sweated to see the poor little creature, already prudent and timid,
unable to complete its offensive arrangements, and to extricate
(apparently to snatch or pluck away) its two bleeding arms.
I have explained this at some length, in order to make the reader
understand the passionate interest felt by the ants in the little
balls which, to our eyes, seem so insignificant. Beneath its soft and
transparent tissue they feel the infant palpitating under its two
touching forms,--the creature, denuded and innocent, which dreameth
still--the creature already formed and intelligent, perceiving
everything, but incapable of self-defence, and, before it sees the
light, disturbed by all the fears and agitations of existence.
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