Here  is  a  splendid  one.  The  insertion  of  a  straw  in-
forms me  that  it  is  inhabited  by  a  Tarantula  of  a  size
suited  to  my  plans.  I  sweep  and  flatten  down  the  neigh-
bourhood of  the  orifice  to  receive  the  wire  bell,  under
which  I  place  a  Pompilus.  This  is  a  fitting  moment  to
light  one's  pipe  and  wait,  stretched  on  the  pebbles.  .  ..
A  further  disappointment  !  Half  an  hour  passes  and  the
Hymenopteron  confines  herself  to  turning  round  the  wire,
as  she  did  in  my  study.  Not  a  sign  of  cupidity  on  her
part  in  the  presence  of  that  burrow  at  the  bottom  of
which  I  see  the  Tarantula's  diamond  eyes  gleaming.
