Every bluebell has its inhabitant.

Every day the karoo shows us a new wonder sleeping in its teeming bosom.
On our way back to work we pause and stand to see the ground-spider make its trap, bury itself in the sand, and then wait for the falling in of its enemy.
Further on walks a horned beetle, and near him starts open the door of a spider, who peeps out carefully, and quickly pulls it down again.

On a karoo-bush a green fly is laying her silver eggs.

We carry them home, and see the shells pierced, the spotted grub come out, turn to a green fly, and flit away.

We are not satisfied with what Nature shows us, and we see something for ourselves.