The Geotrupes have been known from time immemorial; conscientious
entomologists, peering through their magnifying-glasses, have examined
them down to their smallest details; and no one has yet suspected their
marvellous privilege of keeping house in common. Above the monotonous
level of the ocean suddenly emerge the headlands of lonely little
islands, scattered here and there, whose existence none can suspect
until geography has added them to her charts. Even so do the peaks of
instinct rear their crests above the ocean of life.
CHAPTER XIV
THE GEOTRUPES: THE LARVA
The egg takes from one to two weeks to hatch, according as it is laid
in October or September. As a rule the hatching takes place in the
first fortnight of October. The larva grows pretty quickly and soon
manifests very different characteristics from those displayed by the
other Dung-beetles. We find ourselves in a new world, full of
surprises. The grub is folded in two, it is bent into a hook, as
required by the narrowness of the cell, which is scooped out gradually
as the inside of the sausage is consumed.
Even so did the grubs of the Sacred Beetle, the Copris and the others
comport themselves; but the larva of the Geotrupes has not the hump
that gave the first-named such an ungainly figure. Its back is curved
regularly. This entire absence of a knapsack, of a putty-bag, points to
different habits. The larva, in fact, is not acquainted with the art of
plugging crevices. If I contrive an opening in the part of the sausage
which it occupies, I do not see it taking note of the hole, turning
round and forthwith repairing the damage with a few pats of a trowel
well supplied with cement. The access of the air does not trouble it
apparently, or rather there is no provision against this in its means
of defence.
You have only to take a glance at its dwelling. What would be the use
of the plasterer’s art of stopping up crannies, when the house simply
cannot crack? Closely moulded in the cylinder of the burrow, the
sausage is preserved from crumbling to dust by the support of its
mould. The Sacred Beetle’s pear, which is free on every side in a large
underground cavity, often swells, splits, peels off. The Geotrupes’
sausage, being packed in a casing, is free from these imperfections.
Besides, if it were to burst, the accident would not be serious, for
now, in autumn and winter, in a soil that is always damp and fresh,
there is no fear of that desiccation which is so greatly dreaded by the
pill-rollers. Hence there is no special industry designed to circumvent
a peril that is unlikely and of little consequence; no excessively
docile intestine to keep the trowel supplied; no ugly hump to act as a
mortar-magazine. The inexhaustible evacuator of our earlier studies
disappears and is replaced by a grub whose motions are more moderate.
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