The Life of the Scorpion

THE LIFE OF THE SCORPION
THE LIFE OF THE SCORPION
BY J. HENRI FABRE TRANSLATED BY Alexander Teixeira de Mattos FELLOW OF ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY OF LONDON AND Bernard Miall
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1923
Copyright, 1923, By DODD, MEAD & COMPANY, Inc.
First printing, June, 1923 Second printing, November, 1923
PRINTED IN U. S. A. VAIL-BALLOU PRESS, INC. BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK
Utterly tired out, I used to return from my excursions rich in Scolopendræ and richer still in those illusions which paint the future rose-colour when we first begin to bite freely into the bread of knowledge. Science! The witch! I used to come home with joy in my heart: I had found some Centipedes. What more was needed to complete my ingenuous happiness? I carried off the Scolopendræ and left the Scorpions behind, not without a secret feeling that a day would come when I should have to concern myself with them.
His favourite spots are the bare expanses poor in vegetation, where the rock, outcropping in vertical strata, is baked by the sun and worn by the wind and rain until it ends by crumbling into flakes. He is usually found in colonies at quite a distance from one another, as though the members of a single family, migrating in all directions, were becoming a tribe. It is not sociability, it is anything but that. Excessively intolerant and passionately devoted to solitude, they continually occupy their shelters alone. In vain do I seek them out: I never find two of them under the same stone; or, to be more accurate, when there are two, one is engaged in eating the other. We shall have occasion to see the savage hermit ending the nuptial festivities in this fashion.
I take him by the tail with a pair of tweezers and slip him, head foremost, into a stout paper bag, which will isolate him from the other prisoners. The whole of my formidable harvest goes into a tin box. In this way both the collecting and the transport are carried out with perfect safety.