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
Yet, the Creator, who has wisely appointed a large portion of their
numbers for food to many creatures, has also taken many precautions
to prevent their being entirely annihilated, as might otherwise have
been the case. These are well deserving a brief notice, previous to
our passing on to the last stage in the history of the larva. From
what has been already said about the coats of various larvæ, it may be
imagined that that must be a stout-hearted enemy which could venture
to attack some of them. The spines and hard excrescences with which
they are furnished must, undoubtedly, prove far from agreeable to the
touch of a foe; and there can be no question that this sort of armour
is, of itself, a good defence to many larvæ. Others form artificial
coverings, which are equally useful, by concealing them from the
notice of their enemies. Thus, as we have before remarked, some dwell
in tubes of leaves, hid from every eye; others encase themselves in
a shield of cemented gravel or shells, like those represented in the
cut, presenting a most grotesque appearance; others hide themselves
in variously-formed cells. Some, immediately on being touched, roll
themselves up, like hedge-hogs, into a ball, which looks like a little
globe of hairs, and is so slippery that it cannot be retained between
the fingers; others, again, when they are touched, instantly drop down,
and from their colour, resembling precisely that of the herbage into
which they have fallen, it becomes next to fruitless to search for them.
A very singular larva which, both for offence and defence, adopts
a most extraordinary procedure, must be mentioned by itself. This
larva is not unfrequently to be found in our houses, and is said to
feed upon our disgusting and annoying invaders--the bugs; but it so
completely contrives to conceal its real character, that not once in a
hundred times would it, probably, be recognised as an insect at all.
It collects together a number of particles of sand, or fragments of
wool, or silk, or earth, and with singular skill, contrives to form a
sort of coat out of these, in which it envelopes itself. Thus attired,
as may be imagined, it is not easy to discover what the object really
is, and it thus, undoubtedly, escapes the undesirable notice of any of
its enemies. But more than this: like those North American Indians,
who hunt by concealing themselves in the skins of wolves, and so
attract less attention from the herd than they would do if they were
to expose themselves in their natural aspect to view, this crafty
larva steals upon its prey in much the same manner, although it can
run with sufficient swiftness when necessary. It creeps forward with
the greatest stealth, moving only one leg at a time, and thus quite
insensibly approaches its victim, who is not at all alarmed at what
merely appears to be a lump of dust. Soon, however, it is convinced of
its fatal mistake, and discovers the terrible fact that it is in the
embrace of an unsparing devourer.
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