CHAPTER III
THE NARBONNE LYCOSA
THE Epeira, who displays such astonishing industry to give her eggs a dwelling-house of incomparable perfection, becomes, after that, careless of her family. For what reason? She lacks the time. She has to die when the first cold comes, whereas the eggs are destined to pass the winter in their downy snuggery. The desertion of the nest is inevitable, owing to the very force of things. But, if the hatching were earlier and took place in the Epeira's lifetime, I imagine that she would rival the bird in devotion.
So I gather from the analogy of Thomisus onustus, Walck., a shapely Spider who weaves no web, lies in wait for her prey and walks sideways, after the manner of the Crab. I have spoken elsewhere[1] of her encounters with the Domestic Bee, whom she jugulates by biting her in the neck.
- ↑ In Chapter VIII. of the present volume.—Translator's Note.
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