Other Leaf-Rollers 



down Into the grass. That half-decayed 

 shelter would be very unsafe in bad weather. 

 The red Weevil knows this. She hastens to 

 assume her adult form, to don her scarlet 

 cloak; and by the beginning of summer she 

 abandons her cylinder, now a mere wreck. 

 She will find a better refuge under the loose 

 strips of old bark. 



Attelahus ciirculionoides is no less expert 

 in the art of making a keg out of a leaf. 

 There is one curious point of resemblance: 

 the new cooper is red, like the other, or, 

 more accurately speaking, crimson. The 

 rostrum is very short and expanded into a 

 snout. Here the likeness ceases. Our first 

 friend is rather fine-drawn and loose-limbed; 

 the second is a thickset, round, dumpy 

 Weevil. We are quite surprised by her 

 work, which seems incompatible with the 

 worker's awkward, clumsy build. 



And she does not work a docile stuff 

 either: she rolls ilex-leaves, young ones, it 

 is true, not yet too stiff. It is a tough 

 material all the same, difficult to bend and 

 slow in fading. Of the four leaf-rollers of 

 my acquaintance, the smallest, the Attelabus, 

 has the hardest lot; nevertheless, it is she, 

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