When at rest, the trap is folded and pressed back against the chest and
looks quite harmless. There you have the insect praying. But, should a
victim pass, the attitude of prayer is dropped abruptly. Suddenly
unfolded, the three long sections of the machine throw to a distance
their terminal grapnel, which harpoons the prey and, in returning,
draws it back between the two saws. The vice closes with a movement
like that of the fore-arm and the upper arm; and all is over: Locusts,
Grasshoppers and others even more powerful, once caught in the
mechanism with its four rows of teeth, are irretrievably lost. Neither
their desperate fluttering nor their kicking will make the terrible
engine release its hold.
An uninterrupted study of the Mantis’ habits is not practicable in the
open fields; we must rear her at home. There is no difficulty about
this: she does not mind being interned under glass, on condition that
she be well fed. Offer her choice viands, served up fresh daily, and
she will hardly feel her absence from the bushes.
As cages for my captives I have some ten large wire-gauze dish-covers,
the same that are used to protect meat from the Flies. Each stands in a
pan filled with sand. A dry tuft of thyme and a flat stone on which the
laying may be done later constitute all the furniture. These huts are
placed in a row on the large table in my insect laboratory, where the
sun shines on them for the best part of the day. I instal my captives
in them, some singly, some in groups.
It is in the second fortnight of August that I begin to come upon the
adult Mantis in the withered grass and on the brambles by the
road-side. The females, already notably corpulent, are more frequent
from day to day. Their slender companions, on the other hand, are
rather scarce; and I sometimes have a good deal of difficulty in making
up my couples, for there is an appalling consumption of these dwarfs in
the cages. Let us keep these atrocities for later and speak first of
the females.
They are great eaters, whose maintenance, when it has to last for some
months, is none too easy. The provisions, which are nibbled at
disdainfully and nearly all wasted, have to be renewed almost every
day. I trust that the Mantis is more economical on her native bushes.
When game is not plentiful, no doubt she devours every atom of her
catch; in my cages she is extravagant, often dropping and abandoning
the rich morsel after a few mouthfuls, without deriving any further
benefit from it. This appears to be her particular method of beguiling
the tedium of captivity.
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