The Life of the Weevil 
the sandy tracts covered with lean tufts of 
grass, because she remembers her youthful 
revels underground amid the decaying root- 
lets. 
Such a memory would be almost admissible 
if the adult’s diet were the same as the 
larva’s. We can more or less understand 
the Dung-bettle, who, herself feeding upon 
animal droppings, makes them into canned 
provisions for her family. The diet of 
maturity and that of infancy are linked as 
though each were a reminiscence of the other. 
Uniformity offers a very simple solution of 
the food-problem. 
-But what shall we say of the Cetonia pass- 
ing from the flowers to the sordid refuse of 
the decayed leaves? Above all, what shall 
we say of the Hunting Wasps? These fill 
their own crops with honey and feed their 
youngsters on prey! 
By what inconceivable inspiration does the 
Cerceris 1 leave the refreshment-bar of the 
blossoms, dripping with nectar, to go a-hunt- 
ing and to slay the Weevil, the game destined 
for her offspring? How are we to explain 
1 Cf. The Hunting Wasps: chaps i. to iii—Translator's 
Note. 
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