MY CORYDALUS. 



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you see in a cat or dog suddenly bitten by a flea. 

 Caddis held on impudently till Corydalus had 

 several times turned on 

 him in wrath. Then I 

 interfered, and Cory- 

 dalus took Caddis in 

 his nippers, but the 

 pinching rascal retreat- 

 ed into his case and was 

 safe from well-deserved 

 vengeance. 



Corydalus was 

 " pudgicky." He took 

 it as an insult if I man- 

 aged to touch him, and 

 he climbed recklessly 

 around, disdaining the 

 gift I made him of an 

 earth-worm. Corydalus 

 despised me ; nay more, 

 he hated me. He would 

 have none of my favors. 

 Was I not his jailer ? 



J Larva of Horned Corydalus. 



I gave him a little 



mortar for a pond and set it inside a flower-pot of 

 soft earth, so that he might climb out of the water 

 if he so desired, for I thought from his size he 

 must be near the time of his transformation. 



The pot was too full of earth, and Corydalus in 

 his customary defiant way plunged headlong off 



