234 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
Rearing Larva2.—Mr. St. John’s plan (Entom. 164) for 
rearing larve is very good. Allow me to suggest to him the 
desirability of placing some fine moss in the bottom of the 
glass, say one inch; on the top of that, one inch of fine sand; 
and above that, one inch of fine moss, such as that found 
growing on old bushes in hedges (the same as the bird- 
dealers sell in small bags in the breeding season). ‘The 
moss should be scalded with hot water, to kill lurking 
enemies, and then dried. This would come up to the level 
of the top of a two-ounce squat bottle, a size I have used 
for the last twenty years, which should be inserted into a tube, 
as suggested by Mr. Carrington; zine in preference to tin, for 
the latter rusts very quickly; and from experience I find 
stuffing the mouth of the bottle with fine moss far preferable 
to blotting-paper.—G. C. Bienriu; Plymouth. 
Enemies TO THE Enromonocist.—Bats, nightjars, and toads 
have been so long recognised as the sworn enemies of those who 
go sugaring for moths, that I venture to draw the attention of 
those who are interested in the above science to a hitherto 
unrecognised foe, as far as my reading goes. Whilst sugaring 
last year at Lyndhurst, we were much troubled by the long-tailed 
field-mice (Mus sylvaticus) that frequented our sugared trees, 
as we thought, at the time, attracted by the luscious liquid we 
used. Though we noticed that there were never any moths 
on the same trees, we simply thought that they frightened away 
the insects, and waged war to the knife against them, finding 
they only returned when scared away. ‘This year, however, 
whilst sugaring in Sussex, my greatest fears were confirmed, for 
one Mus, as I was standing quite still with my hght thrown full 
on the sugared bark, came fearlessly into the circle of light, ran 
round to my side of the tree, sat up, looked at me and then at 
the tree trunk, up which it ran, and seized a luckless specimen 
of Miana strigilts in its mouth, and ran off with it. After that, I 
saw at the bottom of more than one of my trees the remains of 
moths, whose bodies alone had been eaten by the insectivors in 
question.—Prrcy Renpaui; 20, Ladbroke Square, W., Aug. 8. 
