A wasp-like garb of black and yellow; a slender, graceful figure; wings
that are not spread flat when resting, but are folded lengthwise in
two; the abdomen a sort of chemist’s retort, swelling into a gourd and
fastened to the thorax by a long neck which first distends into a pear
and then shrinks to a thread; a leisurely and silent flight; lonely
habits. There we have a summary sketch of the Eumenes. My part of the
country possesses two species: the larger E. Amadei, Lep., measures
nearly an inch in length; the other, E. pomiformis, Fabr., [1] is a
reduction of the first to half the scale.
Similar in form and colouring, both possess a like talent for
architecture; and this talent is expressed in a work of the highest
perfection, which charms the most untutored eye. Their dwelling is a
masterpiece. And yet the Eumenes follow the profession of arms, which
is unfavourable to artistic effort: they stab and sting a victim; they
pillage and plunder. They are predatory Wasps, victualling their larvæ
with caterpillars. It must be interesting to compare their habits with
those of the operator on the Grey Worm. [2] Though the
quarry—caterpillars in either case—remain the same, instinct, which is
liable to vary with the species, may have fresh glimpses in store for
us. Besides, the edifice built by the Eumenes in itself deserves
inspection.
The Hunting Wasps whose story we have told hitherto [3] are wonderfully
well-versed in the art of wielding the lancet; they astound us with
their surgical methods, which they seem to have learnt from some
physiologist who allows nothing to escape him; but these skilful
slayers have no merit as builders of dwelling-houses. What is their
home, in point of fact? An underground passage, with a cell at the end
of it; a gallery, an excavation, a shapeless cave. It is miner’s work,
navvy’s work: vigorous sometimes, artistic never. They use the pick for
loosening, the crowbar for shifting, the rake for extracting the
materials, but never the trowel for laying. Now in the Eumenes we see
real masons, who build their houses bit by bit with stone and mortar
and run them up in the open, either on firm rock or on the shaky
support of a bough. Hunting alternates with architecture; the insect is
a Nimrod or a Vitruvius [4] by turns.
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