The Life of an Insect: being a history of the changes of insects from the egg to the perfect being.
Science
The Life of an Insect: being a history of the changes of insects from the egg to the perfect being.
Insects
The traps vary in size in proportion to the age of the insects which
construct them. The young insects only form very small ones; but as
even from the moment of their birth they are destined to toil for their
food, they do not wait in idleness and hunger because they cannot make
large efforts, but are content to make little traps not more than a few
parts of an inch in diameter. Thus they set us the needful example of
not despising to do small things because our strength is not yet equal
to the performance of as much as we could desire. The diameter of the
trap formed by a full-grown insect is about three inches; the depth
about two.
When its labours are over, it has been well remarked, the insect
now only requires patience--but it must have a good deal of it! It
generally buries itself, all but its jaws, in the sand at the bottom,
and here awaits its victims. If it requires much patience, surely it
also needs to have much power of endurance of hunger, for it may wait
for days sometimes without catching any prey. Frequently, when this is
the case, it marches out of its trap, and tries its fortune in some
more favourable spot. But see! an ant who has been out foraging for the
young ants at home is hastening back laden with sweet treasures, when
suddenly she finds her path arrested by what appears to her to be a
deep but smooth precipice. To plunge down and rise on the opposite side
is a shorter cut, in her estimation, than to go round; or perhaps she
is led by curiosity to wish to explore this singular cavity, and she
plants her feet on its treacherous edge, causing a few grains of sand
to roll down and give notice to the wary giant below that a victim is
at hand. A step back, and her life would be saved; but no, she leaves
the bank, trusts herself to the unfaithful soil of the sides of the
precipice, and instantly rolls down in a cloud of dust to the bottom.
Terror has now laid hold of her, and with all speed she strives to
clamber up the unsteady sides. For a moment escape appears possible,
but the Argus-eyed monster below starts up into activity, and piling
upon his head a huge load of sand, he shoots it after the escaping ant,
and once more brings her down covered with dust into his embrace. The
terrible jaws are instantly closed upon the unhappy insect, and in a
few minutes her existence is at an end, the savage enemy shaking her
violently, or dashing her quivering frame against the earth.
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