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Little Busybodies: The Life of Crickets, Ants, Bees, and Others

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<h2>VIII</h2> <h3>THE RAINY DAY</h3> It was a rainy day. Poor Betty flattened her little nose against the window-panes of Turtle Lodge a dozen times. But outside all she could see were just the long, straight lines of the down-coming rain and an empty road leading downhill to the edge of the pond; all she could hear was the drum of the water upon the roof. Inside, Jimmie was developing films in his laboratory, and was not in the least interested in what Betty might be doing. "Oh, mother," called Betty, "I am so tired; there isn't anything to do!" "Why don't you sew on a dress for Belinda?" asked Mrs. Reece. "Belinda has too many clothes; she has more than I have, mother, and she's a naughty dolly to-day." "Well, let me see—get Lizzie to let you make cake." "Lizzie's cross, and I'm afraid to. I wish the guide were here. He's never cross, and never too busy to tell you something that's interesting." Betty looked out of the window. "He's coming now! Goody! Goody!" When old Ben Gile reached the steps there was a little girl dancing inside the door and still shouting "Goody!" "What's this?" "You'll tell me a story, won't you?" "Tell you a story! Dear, dear, I never knew such a little greedy for stories. I've brought you something." Betty's face was shining now. She had forgotten the rain, the dreary day, cross Lizzie, and everything. Ben Gile took a box out of his pocket. "What is it?" she asked. "I have a box full of little elves for you." "Elves!" exclaimed Betty. "Yes, little elves, little brownies." "Come into the study, where there is a fire." Mrs. Reece led the way. "Then you can tell us all about these elves." They sat down around the fire, and Mrs. Reece continued, "Don't you think it would be fun to pop corn while we're hearing about the brownies?" Betty was delighted, and ran for a corn-popper, and soon there was the merry sound of crackling wood, popping corn, and happy voices—all sounds that proved so tempting that before long Jimmie joined the others. "My little elf is a bug," began the hermit. "A bug an elf?" "Yes, a bug; and when he doesn't look like an elf, he looks like a king with a high crown on his head or a naughty boy with a dunce cap." "Let's see him, please," said Betty. The old man opened his box. Inside lay a lot of little creatures with backs like beechnuts. "See, look through the lens!" Betty laughed. "Oh, aren't they funny! The eyes are so big and so far apart." "And the lines on their heads make them look as if they were gazing through heavy-bowed spectacles," said Mrs. Reece. "There is a very wise man, and his name is Mr. Comstock, who says that Nature must have been in a joking mood when she made these little tree and leaf hoppers, they are so impish and knowing-looking. Ah, they are the naughty brownies of the insect world!" "Betty, Betty," called Mrs. Reece, "your popcorn is burning!" <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-071.jpg" alt="Tree and Leaf Hoppers" title="" /> Tree and Leaf Hoppers</div> "Mother, I don't care to pop any more; let me just listen now. What makes them bad?" "Well, they are born with a naughty desire to suck everything they can get their tiny sucking beaks upon. They hop around in great numbers on the fruit trees and pierce the leaves with their sharp beaks. Then, with a tubelike lower lip, they suck up the sap. They also make slits in the twigs in which to lay their eggs. In the following spring the eggs hatch, and there is a fresh supply of tree-hoppers ready to begin the mischief their parents left off only when they died." "And what is the difference between the leaf-hoppers and the tree-hoppers?" asked Mr. Reece. "Not much. They are cousins—cousins in naughtiness. The leaf-hoppers are a great nuisance. Every year they destroy from one-fourth to one-fifth of the grass that springs up. They also suck the sap of the rose, the grape-vine, and of many grains. These sturdy fellows live during the winter by hiding under the rubbish in the fields and vineyards, ready when the warm spring does come to begin their naughty work." "What makes a little fellow like this able to do so much damage?" asked Jimmie, who had come in, his hands all stained with chemicals. "Well, it is well covered by this horny substance called chitin, and then it is very active. You see, the chitin acts both as armor-plate for the soft parts and also as a firm support to the many muscles. As many as two thousand separate, tiny muscles have been counted in a certain caterpillar. That shows how very active insects are." "And they all have such big eyes they can see everything," said Betty. "So they have—bigger eyes than the old wolf of the story had." "You remember, I told you about the thousands of facets in the big eyes of the darning-needle? Not contented with these large eyes, most insects have three small eyes arranged in the form of a triangle on the front of the head." "This bug has feelers, too," said Jimmie. "So it has. Insects use these feelers, or antennæ, for all sorts of purposes—some for touch, some for smell, some for hearing. Ants exchange greetings by touching antennæ, and recognize a friend or an enemy by the odor. The antennæ of a male mosquito are covered with fine hairs. When Mrs. Mosquito sings, all the tiny hairs on Mr. Mosquito's feelers are set in motion, and he becomes aware of Mrs. Mosquito." Mrs. Reece laughed. "That's a new kind of romance!" "Mother, what's a romance?" asked Betty. "You'll know, dear, in time." "Notice this imp's mouth," said the guide. "It's made for sucking. But there's a great difference in the mouths of insects: some are made for biting, some for lapping, some for piercing, and some for sucking. The butterfly, which lives on nectar in the depths of the flowers, has a long, coiled tube which scientists call a proboscis. This it unrolls and buries in the throat of the flower. Mrs. Mosquito has a file and pump, for it is she, and not her husband, who does all the singing and biting. The male mosquito has nothing more than a mouth for sucking nectar. And I told you about the biting jaws of the locust with which it nibbles grass and leaves." "And does the tree-hopper breathe the way the locust does—through those pores on the side?" "Yes, child," said the old man, "and the air-pores are protected by fine hairs which surround the openings, just the way the hairs in your nostrils keep the dust from getting up your nose and into your throat." "Things in the bugs," said Betty, "are so like us." "The world becomes more and more like one great whole as you grow older," added Ben Gile. "Those are interesting elves I've been telling you about, aren't they?" "I didn't know bug elves could be so interesting." "Now run and get us some of the fresh cake Lizzie has been baking," said Mrs. Reece. "I hope it will taste as good as it smells." <hr class="major" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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