The Life of the Weevil 
deliciously. Others bore little brown holes 
in the tiny twigs, whence oozes a drop of 
syrup which the Ants will come and lick up 
presently. And that, for the moment, is all. 
There is nothing to tell us where the eggs 
will be laid. 
In July, certain capsules, still quite small, 
green and tender, have at their base a brown 
speck which might well be the work of the 
Cionus placing her eggs. I have my doubts: 
most of these punctured capsules contain 
nothing. The grubs then left their cell 
shortly after the hatching, the aperture, still 
open, allowing them to pass. 
This emancipation of the new-born grubs, 
this premature exposure to the dangers of the 
outside world, is not consistent with the hab- 
its of the Weevils, who are great stay-at- 
homes while in the larval state. Legless, 
plump, fond of repose, the grub shrinks from 
change of place; it grows up on the spot 
where it was born. 
Another circumstance increases my per- 
plexity. Among the capsules which the Wee- 
vil seems to have perforated with her ros- 
trum, some contain eggs of an orange yellow, 
grouped into a single heap of five or six or 
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