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here now, and I really do think it is a horrid libel to apply 
the adjective “ foetens”’ to them, By-the-way, did I tell 
you that Mr. N. H. Thompson, the Chief Conservator of 
Forests, agrees with me that they do not “ stink away the 
enemy’? I think I came on that phrase somewhere in 
Sharp the other day. If man be the enemy, how true that is 
of Paltothyreus! An alarmed colony of Camponotus 
maculatus forthwith sets up a great tapping, which is most 
distinctly audible on the hard stem of a tree. 
Sept. 18, 1917.—About Camponotus one other note. 
Lizards are extremely fond of them, the workers at least. 
Daytime stragglers are eagerly snapped up. A tiny Agama, 
running about near the door of my bush hut here, came and 
carried away some of those from my carton material which 
had escaped from the box. 
Is it not odd that the asexual stages should be so markedly 
lucifugous while the sexual individuals are as markedly 
phototropic? Earlier this tour, I thmk about March, 
I was at a place called Oyo (Awyaw) about 30 miles N.W. 
of Ibadan. Just as it was getting dark one evening I saw 
the beginning of a nuptial flight of Camponotus maculatus. 
They also were issuing from a small hole in the ground. 
(If I get back to Oyo at all I'll seek out that place again, 
for other [Lycaenid] reasons!) As in the case of the Ter- 
mites the soldiers also came out in force, covering the 
ground for some distance round the various craters, for 
the nest had multiple openings. The winged forms didn’t 
start off immediately on emergence, but many went back 
into the nest, though it was impossible to tell whether or 
not they came out again. 
3. Artificial Ants’ Nests: Inquiline Mites. 
July 26, 1915.—I have tried my hand at an ants’ nest, 
but we have very little plaster of Paris here, and what 
there is has gone off a bit and my first nest hasn’t set. 
I'll describe it later, but meantime it contains a fine little 
family of what I take to be a Camponotine which I got 
from a newly felled palm. They are small ants about the 
size of our house Pheidoles, black, and run about with 
extraordinary rapidity. I secured two apparent females 
and one or two workers with a lot of cocoons, for the pupae 
are in little white cocoons. I am greatly afraid of mould, 
but am to try another form of nest. Meantime they are 
doing well and like brown sugar. What is more, they are 
parasitised in several cases by a sort of preserved-strawberry 
