CHAPTER XIV.
THE GREAT PEACOCK, OR EMPEROR MOTH It was a memorable night! I will name it the Night of the Great Peacock.
Who does not know this superb moth, the largest of all our European butterflies[3] with its livery of chestnut velvet and its collar of white fur?
The greys and browns of the wings are crossed by a paler zig-zag, and bordered with smoky white; and in the centre of each wing is a round spot, a great eye with a black pupil and variegated iris, resolving into concentric arcs of black, white, chestnut, and purplish red.
Not less remarkable is the caterpillar.

Its colour is a vague yellow.

On the summit of thinly sown tubercles crowned with a palisade of black hairs are set pearls of a turquoise-blue.

The burly brown cocoon, which is notable for its curious tunnel of exit, like an eel-pot, is always found at the base of an old almond-tree, adhering to the bark.

The foliage of the same tree nourishes the caterpillar.
On the morning of the 6th of May a female emerged from her cocoon in my presence on my laboratory table.