"I'd been on the Gate for three hours, and one would foul-brood the Queen herself after that. No offence meant." "None taken," Melissa answered cheerily. "I shall be on Guard myself, some day. What's next to do?" "There's a rumour of Death's Head Moths about. Send a gang of youngsters to the Gate, and tell them to narrow it in with a couple of stout scrap-wax pillars.
A small fly has been found in Europe to be the most formidable foe of the hive bee, sometimes producing the well-known disease called "foul-brood," which is analogous to the typhus fever of man. Its white, transparent larva is cylindrical, a little pointed before, but broader behind.
Twelve days after, the fly appears. The young bee, emaciated and enfeebled by the attacks of its ravenous parasite, dies, and its decaying body fills the bottom of the cell with a slimy, foul-smelling mass, called "foul-brood."
Foul-brood sometimes attacks our American hives, and, though the cause may not be known, yet from the hints given above we hope to have the history of our species of Phora cleared up, should our disease be found to be sometimes due to the attacks of such a parasitic fly. It is one-half to two-thirds of a line long.