Note 6 — Chapter iv · THE BOTANICAL INSTINCT
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By what inconceivable inspiration does the Cerceris6 leave the refreshment-bar of the blossoms, dripping with nectar, to go a-hunting and to slay the Weevil, the game destined for her offspring? How are we to explain the Sphex, who, having refreshed herself at the sugar-works of the field eringo, suddenly flies off, eager to stab the Cricket, the food of her grub?