The Life of an Insect: being a history of the changes of insects from the egg to the perfect being. — John Shaqi
The Life of an Insect: being a history of the changes of insects from the egg to the perfect being.
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The Life of an Insect: being a history of the changes of insects from the egg to the perfect being.
Insects
the leaf-rolls with him, and, collecting more of them, should send
them to M. Réaumur's address, for him to examine. This little anecdote
affords us a good illustration of the connexion of superstitious fears
with ignorance on points of natural history, and sets before us, in
well-relieved contrast, the foolish terrors of the unlearned gardener
with the collected bearing of the learned naturalist. Would that this
anecdote stood alone in the records of natural history! We have already
seen that it does not; and that the most groundless apprehensions have
taken their rise in the most innocent and trifling of natural causes.
[Illustration: _The Bee with a leaf cut._]
By and by, after a little careful investigation, the true artificer of
these spells was discovered, and proved to be a lowly insect, which
has been since called the rose-leaf-cutter bee. On closer examination,
these rolls of leaves,--which are almost as long and as large as a
tooth-pick case,--were found to be made up of six or seven cells,
each separate from the rest, placed end to end, and covered with a
common coating of leaves. The manner in which the roll is formed is as
follows:--The insect sometimes makes a perforation in decayed wood,
sometimes in the well-trodden earth of a footpath; this she drives to
the depth of, perhaps, nine inches, and she then proceeds to hang this
apartment with its green tapestry,--for it must be understood, it is
not the leaves of the flower, but of the stem of the rose-tree,--or,
in other words, the green leaves, that she selects for this purpose.
The insect alights upon what she considers to be a suitable leaf, and
begins with her sharp jaws to cut out a piece of a crescent form from
its edge. When she has cut, perhaps, half-way round, or rather more,
she sets her wings in motion, so as to keep her balanced in the air,
lest she should drag away the half-cut piece before it was properly
divided from the leaf. When cut, she places it in a perpendicular
position between her legs, and flies away with it to her cell. She
then simply folds it into a proper form, and overlays the cell walls
with this leafy covering, not using any cement to make it retain its
form, but relying upon the natural elasticity of the leaf to keep it
close pressed against the wall in the manner in which she places it.
Repeating this process several times, she finally completes each cell
with exquisite art and care, and taking the precaution of arranging
all her joints and seams so that they shall not present themselves
in the same place, but covering them over with pieces of leaf, so
as to strengthen them, and in many other respects exhibiting an
amount of mechanical and mathematical skill never sufficiently to be
admired, she now deposits the minute egg in it which is to become the
toilsome, busy, patient, and clever being,--the full-grown insect of
her own species. Mindful of its future wants, she then compounds a
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