While instructing a group of children on plant ecology, I
was rudely interrupted by a Texas Purple Thistle. The plant kept jabbing spines
into a girl crowding the group, to seek the shade the rest of us were enjoying.
When she screamed in pain and frustration, the others turned around to see her
source of irritation. She inadvertently cursed the thistle, and then thumped it
to draw attention away from her impolite behavior.
I did not admonish her, and all the children, surprised
that I did not, stood gazing at the plant, still waiting for the words of
reproval. A child noticed a lady bug on the thistle, and reached out to catch
it, saying, "ooooh, a lady bug, that means good luck!"
The thistle seemed to be dripping in lady bugs, and soon
everybody had one in hand. I made the most of it. I found thousands of aphids
on some thistles nearby and broke off a stem section with hundreds lining one
side. The kids were grossed out.
"They look like little ticks that are stuffed and
about to pop!"
"This is why the lady bugs are here. Look at the
baby lady bugs."
"Those are worms -- not bugs."
"Lady bugs aren't bugs, they are beetles, and these
are their larvae -- and look, here is one of their pupa."
'OOOh, this little bag? It looks like half-dried
snot!"
I described how the larva of the beetle transforms itself
inside the pupae. The kids would not let me squish one to see what stage the
pupa had reached. Somebody else noticed a golden fly on the thistle.
"Bee!"
Every kid took a step or two before I said, "Whoa.
Take another look. This is a fly, it only has two wings."
Another fly was noticed -- a tiny red one shaped like a
fruit fly, but bigger. Or was it a wasp, looking to parasitize caterpillars.
Caterpillars? Oh, yes, dozens, hidden behind a curtain of webbing. The leaf was
skeletonized under the webbing. One boy tore the web curtain, but the red
fly/wasp did not come to the caterpillar six inches away. We bent the leaf to
look at the tiny red insect more closely. Some of the kids said the critter had
a "wasp waist" (a narrowing of the abdomen where it meets the
thorax), and some said it did not. The critter flew away before we could settle
the argument.
An ant clambered along near the mass of aphids. I
informed the kids about honeydew. We could not see any globules of moisture at
the anal end of the aphids. "This species of ant herds aphids, like we
herd cows, and they drink the honeydew."
"OOoooh, gross --- eating bathroom stuff!" We
looked again at the aphids. "Here's an ant licking an aphid's butt!"
The kids tittered nervously at the bold girl's comment.
"Here is that red fly back again." I noticed it
perched on a wet spot on the undervein of the leaf. "I wonder if it coming
to the honeydew." The kids were still watching to see if I would react to
the girl's comment.
A big bumblebee came blundering into the thistle bloom
surrounded by kids and me. They scattered. The presence of an animal or insect
with a powerful defensive weapon is often interpreted as being an offensive act
I growled at them. "Get back here! And then, hold still -- if you do not
move, it won't get scared. Instead of fearing something and immediately killing
it, respect and understand it."
They stopped and slowly came back, and watched as I poked
a grass stem at the bee. "Look, he is covered with pollen. Do you see the
"dust" on his hair?"
The bold girl crept closer. "What color is it"
I asked her. Before she could answer, I continued, "Everybody thinks all
pollen is yellow, but what color is this pollen?"
She leaned over until the bee felt her breath and it
buzzed a little louder as it dug even deeper into the blossom. "It is sort
of whitish, isn't it?"
I told them that the bumblebees nest in the ground and
make honey pots. They did not believe me. "Bees live in hives," they
said.
"Hives are for honeybees. Wild bees mostly live
underground. Bumblebees have 20 or 30 adults living in one old mouse nest under
a bush or rock somewhere."
A Black Swallowtail Butterfly tried to come through the
circle of kids. I made some kids get out of the way so it could land on the
thistle.
One child mused, "Are the caterpillars the babies of
the butterfly?"
"Good thinking! But I forgot the answer. I want you
to go find the answer when you get back to school, and call me. Find a
butterfly identification book and look up Black Swallowtail."
"We do not have books like that in our
library."
A kid who had attended a summer camp I had taught shook
his head. " I wanted to show some friends I was not lying about the
tarantulas throwing hair, and we went to the school library, and they had
absolutely no identification books. We finally had to get a teacher to help us
get on the Internet after school. She did not believe me about urticating
hairs, either!"
A dull colored moth nectared at another blossom. "A
moth in the daylight?" One of the kids made a joke about enjoying a
"midnight snack.
"Bumblebee moths are a kind of day-flying moth. They
lay their eggs on gourd vines, but they nectar on thistles. They look like a
bumblebee until you realize they have fuzzy antennae and do not buzz."
In the large multi-trunked mesquite next to us, a
hummingbird chittered. "He wants to come to the thistles too. He will eat
the tiny insects in between the stamens. This one "bloom" is really
hundreds of individual flowers -- all daisies are composite flowers that
produce hundreds of seed for each "flower head."
"When a thistle seeds out, Lesser Goldfinches come
to eat them and gather the hair of the seeds to line their nests."
On cue, two perched on the barbed wire fence near us. One
began fly-catching, darting out into a swarm of gnats. "This may not seem
much to you, but it is to an ornithologist. We may be seeing something no one
has ever noticed before, or at least published in any scientific article or
book. Goldfinches are normally strictly seed eaters, except when feeding young.
And these should not have young. Why is that?"
No one tried to guess why the Goldfinches should not have
young yet. Another child found a pink crab spider in the bloom. l told her that
some crab spiders can change their colors in 24 hours to match the color of the
flower they lurk in. I sort of got in trouble with the kids' adult leaders-- we
did not make it back to the busses at the proper time. The group would be late
returning to school.
Plants teach the interconnected matrix found within the
landscape, so I am glad the Purple Thistle interrupted my planned talk -- it
did a much better job!
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