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of trouble in keeping this Caterpillar. He will eat his way out of 
wooden boxes, of course, and tin boxes need their covers tied on, 
for he has a way of pushing his head around the edge till he grad- 
ually gets it open, and if a crack can be found in tin or zinc, he 
will take the edge in his jaws and twist it open. 
When full grown, he makes for himself a snug home of bits of 
wood held together by silk threads which he spins. The cocoon is 
oval, and yellow in color. Before he is ready to come out, he pushes 
himself, through his burrow till he reaches the entrance, and when 
he crawls out, a Moth, he leaves the old shell in the door to his 
house. 
There is a Moth called the Ghost Moth, from a curious habit 
he has. He is bright silvery white on the upper part of his wings, 
while the under part is a dull brown. He has the habit of hovering 
about in one spot a long time, of course showing his white wings 
very plainly in the dark — which is the time for Moths, you know — 
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