In that case, the well-stocked cells belong to females; the others, more meagrely supplied, belong to males.
But the egg is laid when the provisions are stored; and this egg has a determined sex, though the most minute examination is not able to discover the differences which will decide the hatching of a female or a male.

We are therefore needs driven to this strange conclusion: the mother knows beforehand the sex of the egg which she is about to lay; and this knowledge allows her to fill the larder according to the appetite of the future grub.

What a strange world, so wholly different from ours! We fall back upon a special sense to explain the Ammophila's hunting; what can we fall back upon to account for this intuition of the future?
Can the theory of chances play a part in the hazy problem?
If nothing is logically arranged with a foreseen object, how is this clear vision of the invisible acquired?
The capsules of Eumenes pomiformis are literally crammed with game.

It is true that the morsels are very small.

My notes speak of fourteen green caterpillars in one cell and sixteen in a second cell.