<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</SPAN></h2>
<p class="center">WOLF-SPIDERS</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Of</span> the groups of wandering spiders, which spin
no snare but trust to speed and agility for their food,
the Lycosidae or wolf-spiders supply the best subjects
for study. To begin with, they are very numerous at
certain times of the year, some species absolutely
swarming in woods during May and June among the
leaves which fell in the previous autumn. During
the summer months they are still in evidence, but as
winter approaches they rapidly disappear. The swift
motion and predaceous habits have earned them the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span>
name of wolf-spiders, but though they sometimes
occur in incredible numbers so that it seems impossible
to avoid treading upon them, they do not
hunt in packs; each one is entirely concerned with
his own individual quarry. They are moderate-sized
or large spiders—commonly about half an inch long
in this country though there are exotic species which
attain an inch and a quarter—and in build they are
very unlike the garden-spider, being elongate, and
with the abdomen nothing like so globular.</p>
<p>Their habits vary considerably. One genus,
appropriately named <i>Pirata</i>, is semi-aquatic, living
at the margins of rivers and ponds, and able to run
on the surface of the water, but most of the Lycosidae
prefer dry land—the dryer the better. Heaths,
sandhills, bare and stony stretches of soil, even
deserts, are fertile in examples of this group. Most
of the smaller species love the sunlight, and it is
often noticeable on a bright day, when the ground
seems to be alive with wolf-spiders, that a chance
cloud obscuring the sun will cause them to disappear
as if by magic.</p>
<p>Some of the small Lycosids seem to be absolute
wanderers, having no home at all, but spending the
night under a stone or any casual shelter, while
others dig a more or less temporary hole in the
ground into which they carry their captured prey,
and in which they take refuge on the appearance of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span>
an enemy. The large wolf-spiders have permanent
burrows from which they do not wander far and in
the mouths of which they spend most of their time,
on the look out for passing insects.</p>
<p>Let us first catch one of the small wolf-spiders
and examine it. This is not a very simple operation
with creatures which can run so swiftly, but after a
few attempts we induce a specimen to run up into a
glass tube held in the line of its course. We see it
to be a long-bodied spider thickly beset with hairs
which entirely hide the integument of the abdomen.
Its general hue will probably be a dark grey, and its
abdomen will be decorated by a more or less distinct
pattern due, not as in the garden spider to pigments
in the skin, but to the coloration of the hairs. But
look particularly at its eyes. A pocket-lens will
suffice to reveal that two of them are much larger
and much more business-like in appearance than
anything <i>Epeira</i> had to show. These are directed
forwards, being placed at the upper angles of the
perpendicular front face, so to speak, of the animal.
Below them, just above the jaws, are four small eyes
in a transverse row, and behind them at some
distance, on the upper surface of the cephalothorax,
are yet another pair of moderate size. In some
groups of spiders the eyes are not only small but
have an indefinite, dull, ineffectual appearance; here
they are clear-cut, glossy and convex; sight<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</SPAN></span>
apparently counts for something in the case of the
Lycosidae. And this is what we should expect. A
sedentary spider is informed of the whereabouts of
its prey by the sense of touch, through the trembling
of the web, but a wolf-spider spins no web and is
dependent on the keenness of its vision.</p>
<p>There is a very prettily marked English Lycosid
which is often found on sandhills, in situations
particularly convenient for observation. Its name is
<i>Lycosa picta</i>, and it is incidentally interesting as
affording a good example of protective coloration,
for the sandhill variety is light-coloured and very
inconspicuous when stationary on the sand, while an
inland variety not uncommon on the dark soil of
heaths is of a much darker hue. Carefully scrutinising
the firmer sand of the dunes on a sunny June day,
I detect a number of small holes—the burrows of a
colony of these spiders—and approaching cautiously
I establish myself at full length at a distance of a
yard or so on the side away from the sun, in such an
attitude that I can observe closely for a considerable
time without too much discomfort. The minutes pass
and nothing happens, but I know that the cardinal
virtue of the naturalist is patience, and I wait.
Presently the dark circle of one of the burrows is
obliterated—it is filled by the sand-coloured head of
the spider, coming up to prospect. Other heads
appear, and soon one spider, bolder than the rest,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</SPAN></span>
emerges bodily, and remains for a minute motionless,
on the <i>qui vive</i>. Finding no cause for alarm, it
presently begins moving about stealthily, and before
long several members of the colony are busily
exploring the neighbourhood. A cloud passes over
the sun and all quickly disappear into their holes,
but this time without alarm, for they come forth
unhesitatingly when the sun shines again.</p>
<p>It is a fascinating sight to observe these little
creatures pursuing their operations in absolute silence
under my very eyes. A few stealthy steps are taken,
the body being so moved that the battery of eyes is
brought to bear upon different points of the compass;
a short quick run ensues, followed by more cautious
movements. I am not fortunate enough to see the
actual running down of a quarry, but in time I note
one of the colony bringing home an insect in its jaws.
So absorbed am I that I fairly jump when a horrified
human voice close at hand observes “He’s in a fit”!
I have excited the solicitude of a girls’ school which
has approached noiselessly over the sand on their
afternoon promenade, and stands gazing at me with
as much fascination as I at the spiders. I hasten to
reassure them, but the spell is broken, and the séance
is at an end. Not a spider is visible.</p>
<p>But I can still do one thing. Here is a good
opportunity of finding out something about the
burrows of these spiders. In turf the investigation<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</SPAN></span>
would be difficult, but it is easy to operate in the tolerably
firm sand where the colony has established itself.</p>
<p>I insert a straw into one of the burrows as a guide
to the exploration, and with a knife carefully begin
to remove the sand immediately round it. It is lined,
I find, by a very delicate and slight coating of silk,
no more than sufficient to keep the sand particles of
its walls from falling down into the tube. I go down
for an inch and a half or so and find that the tube
ends blindly in a sort of silk-lined pocket, but no
spider is there! This is mysterious, for I am pretty
sure that my spiders are at home.</p>
<p>I go to work upon another burrow, but this time
in a different way, digging it out bodily with its
surrounding sand, and placing it on a sheet of paper,
with which I am luckily provided, for a detailed
examination. I can now approach it from the side,
and by carefully removing the sand, lay bare the
whole silken tube. As before there is a straight
perpendicular burrow, ending blindly, and uninhabited,
but at a point at about half-way down the
tube I find a branch bending upward, so that the
whole tunnel is <b>Y</b> shaped, and at the blind end of this
branch I find the spider.</p>
<p>This observation suggests that the tunnels of some
of our English wolf-spiders may be more complex
than was imagined. At present nothing is known of
their nature in the case of other species.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>A little later in the summer the appearance of
a troop of wolf-spiders has undergone a marked
change; almost every individual will be found
burdened with a circular bag of eggs attached firmly
to its spinnerets, and carried about with it in all its
wanderings.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="f7" id="f7" /> <ANTIMG src="images/i_075.png" width-obs="500" height-obs="313" alt="Fig. 7. Wolf-spiders." /> <p class="caption">Fig. 7. Wolf-spiders; <i>A</i>, with egg-cocoons; <i>B</i>, with young on its back.</p> </div>
<p>The “cocoon” is worth examination. It is a
rather flattened sphere, with an equatorial line round
it, giving the effect of two halves—an upper and a
lower. The operation of making it has very seldom
been observed, because it takes place in a closed
retreat constructed for the purpose. McCook was
fortunate enough to see something of it in the case<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</SPAN></span>
of a captive <i>Lycosa</i> which he kept in a glass jar partly
filled with soil. Luckily the spider dug its tunnel for
cocooning purposes up against the side of the jar, so
that its interior was visible. It was about an inch deep
and fairly wide, and its aperture was closed with silk.</p>
<p>Against the perpendicular wall of soil a circular
silken cushion about three quarters of an inch in
diameter was spun, and the eggs deposited in the
centre. The edges of the cushion were then gathered
up and pulled over the eggs, and the bag thus formed
was finished off with an external layer of spinning
work on the two halves of the sphere, the seam or
“equator” being left thin for the exit of the young
spiders. The <i>Lycosa</i> then attached the cocoon to its
spinnerets and proceeded to bite away the silken
sheet which sealed the burrow. The whole operation
lasted about four and a half hours.</p>
<p>Thenceforward, till the young are hatched, the
wolf-spider never quits her egg-bag, which she carries
about on all her expeditions attached by threads to
the spinnerets. Garden-spiders die soon after laying
their eggs and never see their progeny, but here we
have a case of maternal solicitude persisting for many
days, and the Peckhams seized upon it as a good
subject for investigating the subject of the memory
of spiders. If the cocoon were removed from the
spinnerets, after how long an interval would it be
recognised by the mother?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>A <i>Pirata</i> was selected for experiment. It offered
great resistance to the removal of the cocoon, seizing
it with its jaws and trying to escape with it. When
it had been taken away the mother displayed great
uneasiness, searching for it in all directions. It was
returned to her after an hour and a half, when she
received it eagerly and immediately attached it in
the usual position.</p>
<p>From three others of the same species the cocoons
were removed and restored after thirteen, fourteen
and a half, and sixteen hours respectively. All
remembered them and took them back immediately.
But twenty-four hours seemed to be the extreme
limit of their memory; after that interval two of the
mothers refused to have anything to do with their
cocoons, while the third only resumed hers, slowly
and without any enthusiasm, after it had been placed
before her seven times in succession. Some other
species seemed to possess a rather longer memory,
but the experimenters found no Lycosid constant
in her affection for so long a period as forty-eight
hours.</p>
<p>We have said that Lycosid spiders see comparatively
well; yet, if they are placed within an
inch or two of their cocoons they may be quite a
long time finding them. This is very puzzling until
it is considered that its habitual position is such that
the spider never sees it. She never has seen it since<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</SPAN></span>
its construction, and does not in the least recognise
it by sight. Spiders of other groups, where the
female remains near but detached from the cocoon,
are not at the same disadvantage, and if the cocoon
is removed to a short distance the mother will go
straight to it and bring it back. The wolf-spider
only knows the <i>feel</i> of the cocoon; she may pass
close by it without recognition, but as soon as she
touches it the cocoon is immediately resumed—if the
interval of separation has not been too great.</p>
<p>But is it necessary to restore to the spider her
own cocoon? Will not that of another spider serve
as well? Certainly it will; a wolf-spider will eagerly
adopt the cocoon of a spider even belonging to a
different genus, if not greatly unlike her own in size.
Nay, even a ball of pith of the same size will be
attached with alacrity to the spinnerets, though if
offered a choice between a cocoon and a pith ball
the spider, after some hesitation, selects the real
article. One spider even accepted a cocoon into
which a leaden shot had been inserted, making it
many times its original weight. She could hardly
crawl with her new burden, but stuck to it gallantly,
and when several efforts to secure it to her spinnerets
had proved ineffectual she carried it about between
her jaws and the third pair of legs. Again we find
the intelligence of the spider distinctly limited, but
its powerful instincts are equal to all ordinary<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</SPAN></span>
requirements. Nature does not, as a rule, play
extravagant pranks, such as interchanging cocoons
or substituting for them pith balls and leaden pellets.</p>
<p>The famous Tarantula is a wolf-spider, though
in America, unfortunately, the name has been quite
wrongly applied to the members of an entirely
different group. Everyone has heard of its deadly
repute, and of the myth that its bite can only be
cured by the wild tarantula dance or tarantella. It
is one of the large Lycosids of southern Europe.
These, as we have said, are much less nomadic than
the smaller species, but have a permanent home,
from which they do not wander far afield. They
prefer waste, arid places, and their burrows are
simple cylindrical tubes with the upper portion lined
by silk, the mouth being often surmounted by a sort
of rampart of particles of soil mingled with small
pieces of wood collected in the neighbourhood. The
spider lurks in the mouth of the tube where its
glistening eyes can be distinctly seen. If an insect
ventures near it rushes out and secures it; if alarmed,
it retreats instantly to the bottom of the burrow.</p>
<p>That most fascinating of all entomological writers,
J. H. Fabre, made some observations on a tarantula
of southern France which well deserve attention.
Colonies of the spider were numerous in his neighbourhood,
and he set himself to procure some
specimens. Old writers assert that if a straw be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</SPAN></span>
inserted into the burrow the spider will seize it and
hold it so firmly that it may be drawn forth. Fabre
found this method exciting, but uncertain in its
results. Another plan which had been advocated
was to approach warily and cut off the retreat of
a spider by plunging the blade of a knife into the
soil below it and so cutting off its retreat, but this
required very rapid action, and was, moreover, apt
to be prevented by the presence of stones in the soil.
He devised a new scheme. He provided himself with
a number of “bumble” bees in narrow glass tubes—about
the width of the spider burrows. Repairing to
a tarantula colony he would present the open end of
the tube to the mouth of a burrow. The liberated
bee, seeing a hole in the ground exactly suitable for
its own purposes, would enter it with very little
hesitation. There would be a loud buzz and then
instant silence. Inserting a pair of forceps into the
hole, Fabre would then withdraw the bee with the
spider clinging tenaciously to it. In all cases the
death of the bee was instantaneous, though the
closest examination of its dead body revealed no
wound.</p>
<p>Now Fabre was fresh from his wonderful studies of
the habits of the solitary wasps, which provide their
young with insects stung in such a way as to cause
paralysis but not death. In their case the problem
was to secure food for their larvae which should<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</SPAN></span>
remain fresh for many days, an instinct taught them
to solve it in the most remarkable manner. The
problem of the spider was different. It was a case of
killing instantly, or being killed; a merely wounded
bee is as formidable as one unharmed. What Fabre
desired to know was this: did the spider trust to one
invariable deadly stroke in dealing with the bee,
as the solitary wasp, according to its species, had
been found to act always precisely in the same way in
paralysing its victim?</p>
<p>To settle this point the spider must be seen at
work, and the obvious plan seemed to be to enclose
a bee and a tarantula in a glass vessel and see what
would happen. But nothing happened at all. The
spider, away from its burrow, refused to attack. The
equally matched antagonists treated each other with
the greatest respect and only evinced a desire to keep
as far apart as possible. Even when placed in the
same tube both acted on the defensive, and no light
was thrown on the problem.</p>
<p>But Fabre’s ingenuity was equal to the occasion.
It occurred to him that to use as a bait an insect of
burrowing habits had been a tactical error; if instead
of a bumble bee some other insect, equally formidable,
but not attracted by holes in the ground, were
selected for the purpose, the spider might be induced
to rush forth and reveal its method of attack.</p>
<p>A large carpenter bee—<i>Xylocopa</i>—was chosen<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</SPAN></span>
and the mouth of the tube containing it was presented
as before to the mouth of the tarantula tunnel. The
insect showed no disposition to enter the tunnel, but
buzzed in the tube outside. Many burrows were
tested before any luck attended the investigator, but
at length a spider responded. There was a fierce
rush, a clinch, and the bee was dead; the operation
was too rapid to follow, but the spider’s fangs remained
where they had struck—embedded just behind the
insect’s neck. The experiment was repeated until
sufficient cases had been witnessed to establish the
fact that the tarantula dealt no random stroke but
with unerring precision and lightning rapidity plunged
its fangs into the vital spot. Fabre quaintly exclaims
“J’étais ravi de ce savoir assassin; j’étais dédommagé
de mon épiderme rôti au soleil!”</p>
<p>Examples of the same species of tarantula kept
in captivity threw further light of the habits of the
group. These large Lycosids live for years, and
though stay-at-homes when <i>rangé</i> so-to-speak, they
are at first wanderers on the face of the earth. They
do not settle down and burrow till the autumn just
after they have attained maturity. These young
adults are only about half the size they will eventually
attain, but the burrows are enlarged at need, so that
it is customary to find tubes of two sizes—those of
the newly established small females, and those of the
fully-grown females of two or more years old.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Curiously enough, if disturbed, they entirely
decline to burrow unless it be the proper season for
that operation, but remain inert and helpless on the
surface till they die. If, however, a tunnel is provided
for them, they enter it at once and adapt it to
their needs.</p>
<p>The legs take no part in the burrowing process,
which is entirely carried out by the jaws. With
infinite labour small particles of earth are dislodged
and carried by the mandibles to be dropped at
a considerable distance from the nest.</p>
<p>The parapet round the mouth of the tube is in
nature usually quite a small erection, but this seems
to be due to the fact that only a small amount of
suitable material is available in the immediate neighbourhood,
and the spiders will not go far afield. In
captivity, when abundance of material was supplied,
they attained a height of two inches. Small stones,
sticks, and strands of wool cut into lengths of one
inch and of various colours were placed within reach,
and all were used in building the parapet. Comparatively
huge pebbles were rolled up for a foundation,
and fragments of earth and pieces of wool
entirely irrespective of colour were bound together
by irregular spinning work.</p>
<p>On sunny days the spiders would crouch behind
the parapet with their eyes above its level. To
distant insects they paid no attention, but if one<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</SPAN></span>
approached within leaping distance, it was pounced
upon with unfailing accuracy.</p>
<p>In due season the captives laid their eggs and
enclosed them in the regulation cocoon which they
attached to their spinnerets, never parting from them
thenceforward, though considerably hampered by
them in their movements up and down the tube.
But a very remarkable change now took place in
their behaviour at the mouth of the tunnel. In
sunny weather, instead of remaining, as Fabre puts
it, “<i>accoudé</i>” on the parapet, they reversed their
position, raised their egg-cocoons with their hind legs,
and slowly and deliberately turned them about, so
that every part in succession should be exposed to
the sun’s rays.</p>
<p>We now come to a remarkable habit possessed by
all the Lycosidae. When the young are ready
to leave the cocoon they find an exit at the thinner
equatorial seam, and proceed immediately to climb
on to the back of the mother, clinging firmly to her
covering of hairs. If a wanderer, she carries them
thus on all her expeditions; if a stay-at-home, they
accompany her up and down her tube. They are
often dislodged—indeed, when alarmed, they scatter
for the moment, but when the peril has passed they
immediately swarm up the maternal legs to their
former position.</p>
<p>Now in the case of the tarantula, it is seven<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</SPAN></span>
months before they are able to fend for themselves.
Meanwhile they eat nothing, and look on with indifference
while their mother feeds. She not only
carries them willingly, but exhibits solicitude when
deprived of them, but she shows no discrimination as
to her own offspring, and is quite content with those
of another spider. The young, when brushed off,
climb the legs of the nearest female, and a spider
may thus be laden with thrice her proper load without
any protest. They form a layer two or three
deep, and can then only find room by covering the
whole of her back. They nevertheless take care not
to obscure her vision by covering her eyes.</p>
<p>Two mother tarantulas, each with her young on
her back, came into contact, and a battle <i>à outrance</i>
took place. One was slain, but the double brood,
scattered by the conflict, on its cessation climbed on
to the back of the victor, and remained calmly in
position while she proceeded to dine in leisurely
fashion on the vanquished!</p>
<p>In March, seven months after hatching, the young
were ready to start life for themselves. Their first
action was to climb to the highest points attainable,
whence they set sail in the manner already described,
and were borne gently away in the air.</p>
<p>We can hardly leave the tarantula without saying
something on the vexed question of spider venom.
All over the world there are certain particular spiders<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</SPAN></span>
whose bite is especially feared. Among them are the
“Tarantula” and the “Malmignate” of southern
Europe, the “Vancoho” of Madagascar, the “Katipo”
of New Zealand, and the “Queue rouge” of the
West Indies. Quite an extensive literature has arisen
around the subject but its perusal leaves one not
much wiser than one was before. Circumstantial
accounts of deaths from the bite of a spider are
countered by the assertions of experimenters that
they have allowed themselves to be bitten repeatedly
by the same species without suffering any inconvenience.
There is at all events some basis for the
popular view in the fact that all spiders possess
a poison gland which is analogous to that of the
snake inasmuch as it opens near the tip of the fang
which is plunged into the animal attacked. In the
case of the large, powerful spiders of the family
Mygalidae, and perhaps in the tarantulas the effects
of the bite on higher animals are not negligible, and
clearly exceed the results of a mere puncture. A
young sparrow and a mole bitten by Fabre’s tarantula
in spots by no means vital died within a few
hours. But it is a very remarkable fact that many
of the most dreaded spiders are neither large nor
powerful. The “Malmignate,” the “Vancoho,” the
“Katipo,” and the “Queue rouge” are all members
of the comparatively weak-jawed Theridiidae, and
their only striking characteristic is vivid coloration,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</SPAN></span>
all being marked with red spots. It is probable that
their deadly powers are almost entirely fabulous;
and that they have been singled out as particularly
dangerous merely because of their conspicuous appearance.</p>
<p>The smaller species are certainly harmless as far
as man is concerned, and it is even disputed whether
their poison plays much part in the ordinary slaying
of insects. The very inconsistent results of experiments
may be due to some control exercised by the
spider over the output of poison. There is no proof
that its ejection is automatic, and it is quite possible
that the spider is economical in its use. Or again, in
some of the cases of innocuous biting, the supply of
venom may have run short.</p>
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