Note 3 — Chapter I · THE LANGUEDOCIAN SCORPION: THE DWELLING
Bernard Miall translation
Fifty years have elapsed; and that day has come. It behoves me, after the Spiders,3 his near neighbours in organization, to cross-examine my old acquaintance, chief of the Arachnids in our district. It so happens that the Languedocian Scorpion abounds in my neighbourhood; nowhere have I seen him so plentiful as on the Sérignan hills, with their sunny, rocky slopes beloved by the arbutus and the arborescent heath. There the chilly creature finds a sub-tropical temperature and also a sandy soil, easy to dig. This is, I think, as far as he goes towards the north.