The Cionus 
cation through the little skylight. A grub’s 
home is its castle. 
The Gymnetron is so happy in her cell that 
she stays there a long time after assuming 
her adult form. For ten months out of the 
twelve she does not leave it. In April, when 
the buds of the new twigs are swelling, she 
pierces the natal capsule, now a mighty don- 
jon; she comes out and revels in the sun on 
the recent flower-spikes, which grow daily 
longer and thicker; she frisks in couples and, 
in May, establishes her family, which will 
obstinately repeat the sedentary habits of 
the elders. 
With these data before us, let us philoso- 
phize awhile. Every Weevil spends its lar- 
val life on the spot where the egg was laid. 
Various larvae, it is true, when the time of 
metamorphosis approaches, migrate and 
make their way underground. The Brachy- 
cerus abandons its clove of garlic, the Bal- 
aninus its nut or acorn, the Rhynchites its 
vine-leaf or poplar-leaf cigar; the Ceutho- 
rhynchus its cabbage stalk. But these in- 
stances of desertion on the part of grubs 
which have attained their full growth do not 
in any way invalidate the rule: all Weevil- 
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