Will you lend me your handkerchief and permit me to try if I have forgotten the method by which these little insects are obtained ?" He asked her to hold her handkerchief under a bough of the Tunal tree, where the fruit was ripe.

He then shook the bough.

Some insects fell at once into the cloth.

A great number rose and buzzed a little in the sun not a yard from where they were born; but the sun dried their blood so promptly that they soon fell dead in the handkerchief.
Those that the sun so killed went through three phases of color before their eyes.

They fell down black or nearly.