Scavengers and undertakers both have exemplary morals.

Who would look for virtue in such a quarter?
What follows--the larval existence and the metamorphosis--is a secondary detail and, for that matter, familiar.

It is a dry subject and I shall deal with it briefly.

About the end of May, I exhume a Brown Rat, buried by the grave-diggers a fortnight earlier.

Transformed into a black, sticky jelly, the horrible dish provides me with fifteen larvae, already, for the most part, of the normal size.