The inside story of insect song
By Rex Cocroft
From the outside, plants seem to be the silent inhabitants of a noisy planet. But this impression is deceptive. Plants harbor an alien world of animal signalseerie vibrational songs transmitted through stems and leaves by insects, spiders, and even some frogs and lizards. In fact, so many species send messages through plants that these songs may outnumber all other animal sounds on Earth. Eavesdropping on this hidden world is revealing many surprises, including communication between some insect mothers and their offspring.
With a hard shell that resembles a half-inch rose thorn, adult thornbugs can easily be mistaken for part of the plant they cling to. The spiky similarity goes beyond looks: an elongated wedge with a sharp point at each corner, the shell also serves as protective armor. If you’re not careful, picking up a thornbug can feel like getting stuck by a burr.
Up close, an adult thornbug is a colorful sight: lime green with orange lines radiating from a red-tipped spine (newly emerged adults are bright yellow). From a distance, though, these treehoppers blend into the background. The female is especially difficult to spot, often hidden beneath a spray of delicate, light green leaves or visible as little more than a spiny interruption on the gradually tapering stem.
Adult males are more likely to attract attention as they fly from plant to plant in search of females. After landing, the male vibrates his abdomen to create a rich, bubbling down-sweep of tone and percussion that courses through the plant. The call could perhaps be imitated by a skilled duo of French horn and snare drum. A person watching the male would notice only a silent, blurred movement of the abdomen, but headphones and a vibration microphone (contained in a fingernail-sized aluminum cube that can be clipped right onto a stem) can pick up the call and convert it into airborne sound discernible to human ears. If the male receives no answer, he flies to another plant and calls again. If a receptive female is nearby, she responds with a low vibrational growl, after which the pair engages in a duet while the male locates her.
After mating, the female inserts a hundred or so cream-colored eggs into the bark, laying them in two curved rows that look like a pair of parentheses. She then begins the parental care that will consume her remaining six weeks of life. For the first two weeks, she straddles the eggs to protect them from parasites. Just before the eggs hatch, she again inserts her ovipositor into the stem, this time to create a series of slits that spiral around it for an inch or so below the egg mass. When the nymphs emerge, each the size of a sesame seed, they line up along these ready-made feeding holes. The mother then takes up a position on the stem just below her offspring, poised to defend them or to cut additional feeding slits as needed. She also intercepts any nymph that starts to walk away; a few strokes with her foreleg generally cause the wanderer to turn around and return to the group.
With a steady source of food assured, the nymphs’ main challenge is to avoid being eaten for the next month, the time it takes to grow to adulthood. By two weeks of age, they encircle the stem in a tightly packed group with the bumpy, slightly prickly texture of a pineapple. Though they lack the hard shells of adults, these pea-sized triceratops are armed with a trio of spines behind the head, as well as with bright red eyes and red, white, and black bodies to advertise their distastefulness. Yet this is still not enough to discourage all predators. In the San Luis Valley, the most dangerous one is Pseudopolybia compressa, a compact, matte-black wasp as big as an adult female thornbug and three times the size of a nymph. Once attacked by a wasp, the only thing the nymphs can do is call for help from the individual most invested in their survival: their mother.
As a wasp closes in, the nearest nymphs make a brief vibration that sounds, when converted for human ears, like ch. This starts a chain reaction as neighboring nymphs, sensing the vibration through their legs, respond immediately with ch signals of their own. The wave of signaling spreads in a flash, and the signals of the whole group pile up into one collective vibrational shout. Heard through headphones, these group efforts sound as if someone has tuned a radio to the static between stations and then flicked the volume from zero to maximum and back again every second or so.
Sometimes the wasp is discouraged by the mother’s harassment and flies off. But often, while the female is in one part of the group, the wasp lands in another and grabs a nymph-usually one at the margins of the cluster-with its mandibles. As the wasp tugs, the nymph clings to the stem with all six of its legs while its siblings continue to produce waves of signals. The nymph’s only hope is to hold on until the mother arrives. But a thornbug is not built for speed, and the female moves slowly, like a tank over rough terrain. If she arrives in time, she gives the wasp a well-aimed kick, knocking it off the branch. After hovering for a few seconds, the wasp may fly off. Unfortunately for the thornbug family, however, the wasp is perfectly capable of remembering their location and is likely to return. And the next time, the wasp may manage, before the female arrives, to attack and bite a nymph’s legs, flip it onto its side, and roll off the stem with the nymph clutched in its front legs. The wasp then returns to its home colony, where, with the assistance of other workers, it chews its prey into smaller pieces to be fed to developing wasp larvae.
Whether or not she succeeds in protecting her young, the female makes her own distinct signals-a long series of rapid vibrational clucks-only after the wasp has left. As she clucks, the nymphs gradually quiet down. Following an attack, a group often changes shape, amoeba-like, as nymphs move to new positions, leaving some previously secure individuals exposed on the vulnerable edges of the group.
The combination of signaling nymphs and vigilant mother thwarts three out of four attacks by predatory wasps at my San Luis field site. But as experiments have shown, communication is successful only if the nymphs pool their efforts: mothers will respond to recordings of a synchronized SOS but not uncoordinated signals.
Several puzzles remain. For instance, why does the mother wait for the predator to leave before signaling? Perhaps the signaling informs her young of her continued presence; nymphs have been known to disperse when the female disappears. Also to be determined are the mechanisms behind the thornbug’s impressive vocabulary.
The degree of sibling cooperation in the thornbug is remarkable, but I have recently documented cooperative behavior among the nymphs of other treehoppers as well. In Calloconophora pinguis, for example, a species I studied in Panama, the chestnut-and-white nymphs (which sport spines like television aerials on their heads) exchange cowlike moos to signal the presence of rich feeding sites on their host plant. In this species, unlike the sedentary thornbug, family groups periodically move to better feeding sites.
Even after years of studying thornbugs and other treehoppers (also see Cicadas of Michigan), I still find it entertaining to watch the face of someone hearing their sounds for the first time. Occupying unexpected corners of acoustic space, some of these sounds could be mistaken for the unearthly songs of unknown whales, while others are strange mixtures of falling tones and explosive percussion. A few evoke laughs. Treehoppers are just one insect family among many that use vibrational channels of communication. The world of plant-borne sounds is still so little explored that it would not be surprising to find an ordinary backyard vibrating with hundreds of sounds that have never been heard by humans.
Rex Cocroft suspects that part of his interest in acoustic communication in animals comes from years spent studying music in college. He recently accepted a position as assistant professor in the Division of Biological Sciences at the University of Missouri-Columbia, where he plans to continue working on treehoppers. His current research goal is to understand how communication between individuals in these insect groups serves as a means of cooperation or conflict and how their interactions are determined by their social structure and ecology. Cocrofts enjoyment of the intellectual challenges of his work is matched by an irreducible appreciation of the animals themselves, which are so different from humans that trying to understand their world is a continual stretch of the imagination. Because there are so many species of insects and many of them are so little known, says Cocroft, the research frontier seems almost limitless, full of wonderful surprises and opportunities to address questions about the function and evolution of animal behavior.
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