The Wilderness 



To the entomologist the wilderness would be a perfect paradise, 

 for it is the breeding place of many things not all loved by the ordinary 

 mortal. Many species of ants 

 have their homes down there ; 

 and paper wasps love to make 

 their wonderful many-celled 

 nests on the old fruit trees. 

 Cicads crawl out of the soil 

 each spring and creep up the 

 gum trunks to shed their husks 

 before they wing out to fill 



the wilderness with their hum- The Fa P er 



many-celled nest 



ming song. 



Trapdoor spiders lurk down near the creek, and many of the web- 

 making ones spin their light gossamer from branch to branch. Ant- 

 lions have their little pits to 

 trap the unwary, and dragon- 

 flies flitter restlessly over the 



water. 

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Most interesting of all to 



the non- entomological mind 

 are the butterflies. Down in 

 that tangle of trees, grass and 

 ferns are to be found the larvae 



and pupas of many butterflies which in time develop into living 

 jewels. On dull days, and in late afternoons, the funny little 

 caterpillars of the small blue butterflies march out in a solemn 



The Dragonfly 



