

More about Mrs. Epeira’s House 
moth; the more you try to get away, 
the more the cruel threads cling and 
hold you fast. 
Mrs. Epeira at her resting-place on 
the hub knows the instant the moth 
touches the web. She dashes toward 
it, being careful to step upon the 
spokes and not upon the spiral. She 
does not care to have her own feet 
tangled up in those sticky threads. 
She seizes the insect with her front 
feet, tosses it backward till it rests 
in the grasp of all eight 
feet, then she rolls it 
over and over, wrap- 
ping it up in a band of 
white silk which she spins 
at the same moment. When 
this is done you no longer 
recognize the moth, for with 
wings and head and feet 
bound together it has be- 
come a little white mummy. 
4 49 

A\\\ 
WU es 
\\\\ 
WT 
(/ 

My 
((( 

A 
‘* Tt has become a little 
white mummy” 

























