To-day I find her at my door; we are intimate neighbours.

The embrasure of the closed window provides an apartment of a mild temperature for the Pelopaeus.
(A species of Mason-wasp--Translator's Note.) The earth-built nest is fixed against the freestone wall.

To enter her home, the Spider-huntress uses a little hole left open by accident in the shutters.

On the mouldings of the Venetian blinds, a few stray Mason-bees build their group of cells; inside the outer shutters, left ajar, a Eumenes (Another Mason-wasp--Translator's Note.) constructs her little earthen dome, surmounted by a short, bell-mouthed neck.

The Common Wasp and the Polistes (A Wasp that builds her nest in trees--Translator's Note.) are my dinner-guests: they visit my table to see if the grapes served are as ripe as they look.
Here surely--and the list is far from complete--is a company both numerous and select, whose conversation will not fail to charm my solitude, if I succeed in drawing it out, my dear beasts of former days, my old friends, and others, more recent acquaintances, all are here, hunting, foraging, building in close proximity.