Reflections upon Insect Psychology- 

 mixes the material. The sticky and almost 

 solid mass fills up the opening and oozes 

 through with difficulty. I roll a spill of paper 

 and free the hole, which remains open and 

 shows daylight clearly In both directions. I 

 sweep the place clear over and over again, 

 whenever it becomes necessary because new 

 provisions are brought; I clean the opening 

 sometimes in the Bee's absence, sometimes in 

 her presence, while she Is busy mixing her 

 paste. The unusual happenings in the ware- 

 house plundered from below cannot escape her 

 any more than the ever-open breach at the 

 bottom of the cell. Nevertheless, for three 

 consecutive hours, I witness this strange sight : 

 the Bee, full of active zeal for the task in 

 hand, omits to plug this vessel of the Dan- 

 aides. She persists in trying to fill her 

 cracked receptacle, whence the provisions dis- 

 appear as soon as stored away. She con- 

 stantly alternates between mason's and har- 

 vester's work; she raises the edges of the cell 

 with fresh rows of bricks; she brings provi- 

 sions which I continue to abstract, so as to 

 leave the breach always visible. She makes 

 thirty-two journeys before my eyes, now for 

 mortar, now for honey, and not once does she 

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