Note 3 — Chapter II · THE LANGUEDOCIAN SCORPION: FOOD

I serve up Woodlice, Glomeres,3 Iuli, all the rabble of the rocks beloved of the Scorpion; I make a trial with Asidæ4 and Opatra which, assiduous lurkers under the stones in the actual places frequented by the hunters, might well be the customary game; I offer Clythra-beetles,5 gathered on the brushwood beside the burrows, and Cicindelæ6 captured on the sand in my guests’ very domain: nothing, absolutely nothing is accepted, apparently because of the ungrateful exterior.