Yes, John; each one is on top of a slender stalk.
There they are, like a little forest, with an egg for each tree top.
When an egg hatches the young aphis lion drops down to the leaf and runs about like a ravening lion seeking some living thing to devour.
Above his head, quite unsuspected by him, are the eggs out of which his brothers and sisters have not yet hatched.
What a feast he could have if he knew about it!
And what a sad little cannibal he would be!
The larva of the aphis lion has no distinct thorax. Its legs are attached to the upper segments of the body, and its metamorphosis is like that of the corydalus.
When about to become a pupa, it makes for itself a little covering of white silk. Here it lies quite motionless and undergoes the final transformation.