Other Leaf-Rollers 
down into the grass. That half-decayed 
shelter would be very unsafe in bad weather. 
The red Weevil knows this. She hastens to 
assume her adult form, to don her scarlet 
cloak; and by the beginning of summer she 
abandons her cylinder, now a mere wreck. 
She will find a better refuge under the loose 
strips of old bark. 
Attelabus curculionoides is no less expert 
in the art of making a keg out of a leaf. 
There is one curious point of resemblance: 
the new cooper is red, like the other, or, 
more accurately speaking, crimson. The 
rostrum is very short and expanded into a 
snout. Here the likeness ceases. Our first 
friend is rather fine-drawn and loose-limbed; 
the second is a thickset, round, dumpy 
Weevil. We are quite surprised by her 
work, which seems incompatible with the 
worker’s awkward, clumsy build. 
And she does not work a docile stuff 
either: she rolls ilex-leaves, young ones, it 
is true, not yet too stiff. It is a tough 
material all the same, difficult to bend and 
slow in fading. Of the four leaf-rollers of 
my acquaintance, the smallest, the Attelabus, 
has the hardest lot; nevertheless, it is she, 
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