The Bruchus emerges, freshly clad, in its final form.
The weather is delightful.

Flowers are abundant, awakened by the summer showers; and the weevils visit them in the lovely autumn weather.

Then, when the cold sets in, they take up their winter quarters in any suitable retreat.

Others, still numerous, are less hasty in quitting the native seed.

They remain within during the whole winter, sheltered behind the trap-door, which they take care not to touch.