The Life of the Weevil 
cages containing my wild animals. In them 
I rear the Haricot-weevil, varying the diet 
as I please. ‘They teach me among other 
things that the insect, far from being exclu- 
sive in the choice of its establishments, will 
make itself at home in our different legumina, 
with very few exceptions. 
All the haricots suit it, whether black or 
white, red or striped, small or large, those of 
the last crop or those many years old and 
almost too hard to boil. The loose beans 
are attacked by preference, as being less 
troublesome to invade; but, when there are 
no shelled beans available, those covered by 
their natural sheath are just as zealously ex- 
ploited. The new-born grubs are well able 
to reach them through the pod, which is 
often as stiff as parchment. This is how the 
beans are raided in the fields. 
Another highly-appreciated bean is the 
long-podded dolichos, known among our 
people as lou faiou borgné, the one-eyed 
haricot, because of the dark speck which 
gives the umbilicus the look of a black eye. 
I even fancy that my boarders show a 
marked predilection for this bean. 
So far, there is nothing abnormal: the 
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