The Baddest Act In the Jungle

Let’s just put it this way:  Crocodiles are one of their prey species.

Jaguars are the baddest act in the jungle, and when there’s not an animal in your ecosystem who can take you down, it gives you personality issues.  Picture it:  You are the biggest cat in the Americas.  You are the third biggest cat in the world.  Those cougars and bobcats and lynxes in North America—they’re not even related to you.  You’re in the genus Panthera, thank you very much.  Your cousins are the lions of the African savanna and the tigers of Asia.  When that ancestor of yours crossed the Bering land bridge to the Americas back in the Pleistocene era (along with a gifted ape called Homo sapiens),  he was almost twice your size, and lived and fought in the megafauna world of mastodons and wooly mammoths, and God only knows what kind of predatory fights he got into, and actually the scientists don’t know either, but they generally call him  “Panthera genus, species unknown”, which means that maybe 13,000 years later, he had become you:  Panthera onca.  Terror of the jungle.  Apex predator in four different ecosystems.  Deity of the Maya.  The jaguar.

He’s in these forests.  Let’s talk.

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Susan and I were lucky enough once to see a cougar (on a long night training run in Fort Ord), but it’s highly unlikely we’ll be fortunate enough to see a jaguar in our lifetimes.  They are even more reclusive than the cougar, and they favor dense jungle.  But you can hear them.  Our friend Victoria hears them at night behind her house outside Tulum.  They growl and roar, like lions, calling back and forth in the jungle.  And we know a hiking guide near Puerto Vallarta who came around a bend in the trial once and found himself facing one.  They stared at each other for most of a minute.  He said it was the most focused his mind has ever been.  Then the jaguar just turned and walked away.

But actually, in hindsight, our friend hadn’t been in any danger.  Jaguars bring to mind that iconic line from the film The Godfather:  If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.  They’re ambush predators, not chase predators.  They stay invisible to you until they are within a short charge or a single bound.  You don’t even know you have a problem until he’s airborne.  The rosettes on his coat are perfect for the dappled sunlight of deep forest, and even scientists who study big cats for a living say they’re remarkably skilled at this ambush-predator stuff.

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A jaguar shows off the gape of his jaws
By MarcusObal [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

But once they hit a large animal, the way they close the deal is even more remarkable.  They not only are the biggest cat in the Americas, they also have the biggest and most powerful jaws, even proportionally.  Their bite carries two thousand pounds of force, more than any other cat, and the gape of their jaw is astonishing.  So when they jump a large prey animal, they do something no other cat can:  they drive their canines through the skull.  Usually right between the ears.  Death is instantaneous.  Neck-wringing is for sissies.

It is thought that this technique evolved because eleven thousand years ago (give or take a couple) there was an event called the Pleistocene Extinctions, in which we lost thirty-three of our forty-five genera of large mammals (those gifted apes I mentioned probably had a hand in this).  For a while there it got pretty hard to find a mammal, but there were lots of armored reptiles around, like turtles and crocodiles, and also giant armadillos—if you could get through their armor.

They do kill livestock, and they’re strong enough to carry a young cow up a tree.  One was observed dragging an 800-pound bull twenty-five feet across a pasture.  And when they kill a horse, what they will often do is leap on its back, put one great paw on the muzzle, one on the nape of the neck, and then twist, like an evil chiropractor, dislocating the neck.

They love water.  They like to be around rivers, they can catch fish in a pinch, and crocodile is one of their favorite foods.  They will kill a crocodile by exploding out of the water like a crocodile.  They can swim carrying a very large kill.  They are also completely at home in the trees, and they can hunt arboreally.  They can even make a go of it in habitats like arid grassland and seasonally flooded wetlands, but by far they prefer deep jungle.  It’s what they’re built for.  They’re not long-limbed and fleet-footed like their cousins on the savanna.  That doesn’t work in dense jungle.  They’re huge, but they’re compact—short-limbed and extremely muscular.

They are considered a keystone species.  A keystone species is one which has a disproportionate influence on the ecosystem.  It’s a reference to the keystone at the top of a stone arch.  It carries less weight than any other stone, but remove it and the arch collapses.  The jaguar is the apex predator.  Remove him, and you get an over-abundance of the next predator down, and then a cascading re-shaping of the whole food chain.

They used to be common in the United States.  Thomas Jefferson recorded their presence in 1799, and they were seen in California (Monterey is mentioned), as far north as Missouri and as far east as the Carolinas.  They quickly got exterminated by Anglo-Americans, and the ones in the Southwest were the last to go.  The last female jaguar was shot by a hunter in Arizona in 1963.  Arizona outlawed jaguar hunting in 1969, but with no females, there wasn’t much hope.  Over the next twenty-five years only two male jaguars were seen (and shot).  It seemed to be all over for the jaguar in the US.

Then, in 1993, an Arizona hunting guide named Warner Glenn was hunting in the Peloncillo Mountains when his dogs brought a large animal to bay on top of a rock.  It was a jaguar.  It changed his life.  On the spot, he became a jaguar conservationist and researcher.  He knew the mountains well, and he started planting webcams.  The sightings started coming in.  There were jaguars in the States again.

Glenn still hunts, but you don’t want to harm a jaguar around him, and don’t even get him started about that stupid border fence that fragments their habitat and blocks the migration of everything except human beings.  Warner Glenn belongs to a bygone breed—a hunter-conservationist, in the mold of Teddy Roosevelt.

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Jaguars adorn a temple in the Chichen Itza ruins, Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico
By Marco Soave [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

There is a jaguar god in every major Mesoamerican culture.  Carvings of them are all over the Maya ruins, shamans are thought to be able to change form into a jaguar, and only the royalty were allowed to wear jaguar pelts.  The Maya believed the jaguar was able to move between worlds, from physical to spiritual to the underworld.  This is probably because the jaguar can operate in so many realms, from aquatic to terrestrial to arboreal, and also because he can be active in day or night, and to the Maya, day and night are two different worlds.  The Olmecs, west of here, even had a supernatural character in their folklore that anthropologists call a were-jaguar, a shape-shifting, half-man, half-jaguar sort of guy,  who was believed to be the product of sex between a woman and a jaguar.  Maya kings would give themselves grandiose names incorporating the Maya word for jaguar (balam), so there were kings named Scroll Jaguar, Bird Jaguar, Moon Jaguar, and Jaguar Paw III.

The Maya created an instrument involving a drum, a string, a stick and a rasp, which sounds exactly like the growl of a jaguar (which is a frightening sound), and I mean they nailed it.  If you were walking through the woods and you heard this thing, you’d pee your pants.  This proved to me for the second time that the Maya had some serious acoustical skills.  (Read this post for another example.)   By the way, this might be the only stringed instrument that evolved in the Americas, but be careful who you say that to, because they’re still arguing.  The problem with stringed instruments is that they don’t survive well, so it’s pretty hard to know.  The reason we know about this one is that the Maya were a literate people, and carved all manner of text and images into their stone walls, including a bass-relief picture of a guy playing this thing.  An Ethnomusicologist named John Burkhalter was able to build one, and you can hear him play it below. You can hear the real animal here.

Jaguar numbers are dropping precipitously.  Their range has contracted at both the north and south ends, and they don’t handle habitat destruction and fragmentation well.  But also there’s hunting.  In the nineteen-sixties, 15,000 pelts per year were coming out of the Amazon Basin.  Also, they do kill a lot of cattle.  Someone did a study and the ranchers are not exaggerating this.  Most Latin American ranchers shoot them on sight, and a large operation will even have a full-time jaguar hunter on the payroll.

Which is a sad way to end a story about a magnificent animal, but hell, those are the times we live in.  I’m almost getting used to it.

Now you know.

By |2017-05-24T00:03:05-05:00August 21st, 2014|Nature Essays|Comments Off on The Baddest Act In the Jungle

Jellyfish and Formula One Race Cars

When you get stung by a jellyfish, you’ve just been harpooned by a projectile that was fired with an acceleration of 5.4 million G’s.

Admit it, you didn’t know that.

For years, jellyfish have been one of my favorite mind-blowing organisms, but two things in the last two days prodded me to finally write an article about them.  One was our good friend Dave.  Dave lives on the shore of a beautiful Caribbean lagoon in Mexico (and so do we—we rent a casita from him), and he has noticed that lately there are a lot more jellyfish than usual in the lagoon.  He loves the lagoon and is always keeping an eye on it, and he is afraid something is amiss, so he asked me if I could look into it.  Then one day later Susan got an email from another dear friend of ours, Cathleen, back in Monterey, who tells us that millions of small surface jellyfish called velellas had washed up on the beach there in the last few days.

So okay, it’s time to do this thing.

Jellyfish (phylum Cnidaria) are as remarkable for what they are not as for what they are.  Listen to what your basic jellyfish does not have: He does not have a brain.  He does not have a heart or a circulatory system.  He does not have lungs or gills.  He does not have eyes.  He does not have a skeleton.  And he might be a she, because he does have a gender.

He only has a single muscle around the perimeter of the bell.  He only has a single orifice, called a mouth-anus, and a single gastro-intestinal organ behind it, which is stomach and intestine combined, and does all the digesting before he spits out the remains.  The closest thing he has to a nervous system is called a neural net, which can be pictured as a non-centralized web of neurons sort of draped over the bell.  When you poke him, each neuron fires to its neighbor, in an “I just felt something, pass it on!” sort of way, and somehow he ends up responding and pulsing away in the other direction.

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Yal Ku Lagoon (the marine mammal is the author)
Photo © by Susan Fry

In fact, even what he does have, he does not have very much of, because he is 98% water, and that’s a very cute trick—only two percent of him is anything he has to find or pay for.  It’s a very cheap way to be an organism.  The Jell-o in your refrigerator is 90% water, so jellyfish have the process dialed in a lot better than the Kraft Foods corporation does.   As for us, we’re about 55 to 60 percent water, so we’re pretty high-maint.  It takes a lot of nutrients and expensive chemicals to make a human being.  (At today’s prices, you’re worth about $160.00.)

They’re able to pulse around, but that’s as much to draw prey into their tentacles (actually called oral arms) as anything else.  The reason they don’t have to obsess too much about locomotion is that they’re planktonic.  Most people don’t realize this, but you don’t have to be small to be plankton—it just means that you go where the currents do, and that’s what jellyfish do.  In all, jellyfish seem to have been designed by an engineer who was over-obsessed with the cheap-and-simple design model, and they seem merely fun, just a weird and amusing creature—until you get to the sub-cellular level.  That’s where jellyfish go from being amusing to being amazing.

So think about this for a moment:  You’re ninety-eight percent water.  Even a soft, pudgy human finger can poke right through you.  You’ve got no speed, no hardened exterior, no teeth or claws—and what do you decide to go around killing and eating for a living?  Bony fishes, fer God’s sake!  How do you subdue something like a fish, which has a skeleton, scales, fins, spines, teeth, thrashing muscles and an intense desire not to be killed?

With toxins, that’s how.  You poison them.  And now I want to talk about dish gloves.

When you get stung by a jellyfish, you have been harpooned by thousands of tiny projectiles on the ends of flexible hollow tubes, fired from cells called nematocysts.  The nematocysts cover the oral arms that hang down curtain-like from the bell, and the way those things fire is just amazing.  Picture taking a dish glove, and poking one finger of it inside-out into the glove.  Now put the opening of the glove over your mouth and blow into it.  The finger everts—it shoots outward until it’s fully extended and right-side-out again.  That’s how those nematocysts fire.  What’s absolutely brilliant about that design is that there is no drag.  None.  This thing is not travelling through the water, it is growing through the water.  Its surface is not moving at all relative to the water, so it can fire at tremendous speed, and without veering off due to turbulence.  Sticking with the dish glove analogy for one more moment, if that thing were the diameter of a dish glove finger, it would be the length of a football field.  And it fires all that distance through water, and in a straight line.

And with up to 5.4 million G’s of acceleration.  They’re still studying it, but that seems to be the upper estimate.  To give that number some meaning, you have to browse down a chart of sample G-force numbers, which is an extremely fun thing to do (okay, maybe I’m a little weird, but I call it a good time).  When the Space Shuttle takes off it never gets above three G’s.  The top recorded drag racer managed to hit 4.3.  Aerobatic planes can deliver 4.5 to 7 G’s.  Twenty-five G’s and up is a number that will usually kill you.  Your average bullet fires at 100 to 200 G’s.  It is thought that a guy named David Purley experienced the highest G load of any human being without dying.  He was a Formula One race car driver.  On one particularly bad day he went from 108 miles per hour to zero in twenty-six inches.  He actually was a very courageous guy—he once abandoned his own race to try to save a driver trapped under a burning car.  Later he went into aerobatic flying and died in a plane crash, but anyway, you don’t usually get into the thousands or millions of G’s until you’re talking about either sub-atomic particles in accelerators, or jellyfish.

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David Purley
Photo by Gillfoto CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

And would you like to know what force it is that instantly creates this tiny but incredible, millions-of-G’s explosion?  Osmosis, that’s what.

This blew me away (so to speak).  I had always thought of osmosis as a lazy, slow kind of a force that given time will equalize concentrations on opposite sides of a permeable membrane.  Not so—apparently it can be both very powerful, and very instantaneous.  The bulb or capsule (called a cnida) into which that dish glove finger is tucked is filled with a solution rich in suspended calcium, but it’s safely imprisoned behind waterproof walls.  What happens when the trigger is pulled got a little technical for me and changed from article to article, but if I understand it correctly, a change in electrical polarity causes a membrane to instantly go from impermeable to permeable, and suddenly all that calcium-rich fluid is exposed to surrounding normal fluids, and the osmotic reaction is absolutely explosive.  Water rushes into the bulb at lightning speed, briefly creating 140 atmospheres of pressure, and the nematocyst blows, in what one scientist calls “the most explosive envenomation process that is presently known to humans.”

The harpoon tip is also designed to rotate as it travels, like a bullet fired from a rifled barrel, and I’m assuming that that also helps to keep it straight.  And, of course, the whole tube (and bulb) is full of venom.  When it finally reaches its full length, which is usually after it’s thoroughly buried in your flesh, there is still pressure left in the bulb, so the harpoon tip blows off the end of it, and all that venom empties into your system.  Cute, no?

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Nematocyst Firing Sequence
By Spaully [CC SA 1.0 or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The trigger that gets pulled is interesting too.  There are actually at least two.  One is mechanical and simply gets depressed by the prey like the trigger on a gun (called a mechanoreceptor).  But to keep these valuable nematocysts from firing on wharf pilings and other objects that cannot be eaten, there is also a chemosensor—basically an olfactory—which has to detect something organic like animal protein before the system will arm itself.  There are some species of box jellyfish (class Cubozoa) in Australian waters that are among the most venomous creatures in the world and can kill you outright, and have enough venom on board to kill sixty others like you, but the only thing you need to protect yourself from them is pantyhose.  That’s what the Aussie lifeguards used to wear before there was such a thing as a Lycra bodysuit.  The nematocysts are plenty long enough to fire through the fabric, but the chemosensor is a tiny thing and cannot reach through the fabric to detect skin, so nothing fires.

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Well, I could keep going, believe me there’s more, but I should wrap up, and circle back around to what Cathleen and Dave have each been seeing.

Cathleen, those deep blue little surface jellyfish you’ve been seeing washed up in the millions on the beaches of Monterey are commonly called by-the-wind sailors, and their latin name is Velella velella, the only species of their genus.  They are cnidarians, but they’re pretty different from the typical jelly I’ve been describing here.  They’re more related to the Portugese man-of-war, and, like the man-of-war, they’re colonial—there’s more than one cnidarian at work there.  They’re an interesting animal.  They live entirely on the surface, floating on gas-filled chambers like a Zodiac raft, and with little transparent, leaf-shaped sails sticking up.  The velellas are longer than they are wide, and their sail sticks straight up, but it is mounted diagonally, set at forty degrees off the longitudinal axis of the creature.  This allows them to sail in a direction up to sixty-three degrees off the downwind direction, which is a level of control that pushes the limits of what we call planktonic.  Wind is usually light at this time of year, but when there is a weather anomaly and the wind gets stronger, millions of them will strand on beaches up and down North America (these things exist in all the world’s waters, and from sub-arctic to tropical latitudes).   Here’s the fun part:  When that happens, as it is now, and you’re looking at foot-thick windrows of decomposing velellas on the beach, you would think this has been an absolute disaster for the poor species, but there’s a catch.  Velellas have an isomorphic form, and half of them have sails that are angled forty degrees the other way.  I kid you not.  That half of the velella population is still out at sea right now having a good time.

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Velella, aka By-the-wind Sailor
By Wilson44691 [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons

Dave, the question you ask is more complicated, and you, like Cathleen, are also looking at a delightfully non-typical jellyfish.  It is commonly called the upside-down jellyfish, or the mangrove jellyfish, but there are several species, so yesterday I took a dive and looked at one of them myself, and if I’ve ID’d it correctly it’s Cassiopea andromeda (there must have been an astronomer in the room with the taxonomists).  I remember there being a tank of these in an exhibit when I was a docent at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and looking at them, lying there on the tank bottom, upside-down on their bells and pulsing with their oral arms waving in the water, and wondering, “Where in the hell did they find those things?”  Now they’re 200 feet from where I’m sitting.  They can pulse around like any other jellyfish, but then they’ll turn upside-down and settle on the floor of a shallow lagoon with their oral arms sticking up, looking for all the world like a sea anemone, which is also a cnidarian, just built upside-down.  (In fact, sometimes a sea anemone is a jellyfish, just in a different life stage, but that will have to wait for another article.)

They lie there like that because they are photosynthesizing.  They’ve taken a cue from the coral around them, and just like the coral they have a symbiotic relationship with a photosynthesizing algae called zooxanthellae, and it does most of the nourishing for the creature, though the jellyfish still kills and eats small plankton and other prey.

To get to your question, several things can cause a surge in jellyfish numbers, which is commonly referred to as a jellyfish bloom.  One is runoff.  Nitrates and other pollutants and nutrients, like sewage or agricultural runoff, cause something called eutrophication, in which the unusual flood of nutrients causes an intense algae bloom and the algae suck up all the oxygen, creating oxygen-poor “dead zones,” and jellyfish are much better able to handle low oxygen than the bony fishes with whom they compete for a lot of their food.  Jellyfish are more able to handle acidity in the ocean waters than other organisms (though no one is sure why).  Coastal and off-shore construction of things like pilings and drilling platforms create more attaching surfaces for jellyfish in their polyp, or anemone-like, stage.  Jellyfish reproduction is accelerated by warmer waters.  And because of the competition for prey between jellyfish and bony fish, pretty much anything bad you do to your fish populations will create more jellyfish.  Jellyfish also have a multi-stage reproductive cycle that includes some non-sexual cloning, so they have a fallback process that allows them to continue to reproduce while they wait for their numbers to rebound enough to find mates.  To understand the broad strokes of what’s going on, remember how simple jellyfish have kept themselves.  Animals like bony fishes, with high metabolisms, complex organs, and high oxygen and energy demands, simply find it hard to compete with jellyfish when things change, or times get tough.  In other words, when human beings start screwing with the planet.

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Upside-down Jellyfish (Cassiopea andromeda)
Photo © Raimond Spekking, CC BY-SA 4.0 (via Wikimedia Commons)

There is huge argument right now about jellyfish blooms.  Some see an extremely scary global trend.  There is a jellyfish in the waters between Japan and China that measures six and seven feet across the bell and weighs 480 pounds, and its blooms have become annual.  One fishing trawler capsized itself trying to haul in its nets, and the crew had to be rescued.  People are blaming pollution from the Yellow River in China.  Last year, nuclear power plants in Scotland, Japan, Israel and Florida had to shut down due to jellyfish clogging the inlet pipes of the cooling system.   Ireland’s entire salmon farming industry got destroyed one year by jellyfish.  Desalination plants have also had to shut down.

But the problem is, all this shouting and arm-waving is anecdotal.  Booms and busts in nature happen all the time, and we actually know very little about jellyfish.  Jellyfish are notoriously hard to study.  You can’t tag one.  They blow into town and then blow out and nobody knows where they go.  Haul one onboard and you have a pile of slime.  Put them in any ordinary fish tank and they all end up piled in one corner, or sucked up against the filter inlet.  We don’t know jack scat (that’s a euphemism I just made up) about jellyfish, and we need to.  People have been quick to implicate global warming, but Steven Haddock of the Monterey Bay Aquarium Reseach Institute believes that there are many other possible causes that would come before that.  “It sounds to me like scary rhetoric to try to get funding,” he says.  Rob Condon of Dauphin Island Sea Lab in Alabama has been gathering data going back to the 1700’s, and believes that there is nothing suggesting a global catastrophe.  He points out that four thousand years ago in Crete, they were painting pictures on their pottery about jellyfish blooms.

So, like so many things I write about, we don’t really know.  And we need to.  But what haunts me about the overarching trajectory of this story is a fairly simple truth that is apparent to me no matter which papers I read or which way I turn them, and it goes something like this:   Anything bad we do to our fish populations, or our oceans in general, is likely to create jellyfish blooms.

I don’t have a good feeling about this.

Now you–

Well, no, I guess you don’t.

Copyright © 2014 Randy Fry

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By |2017-08-13T12:05:14-05:00August 4th, 2014|Nature Essays|8 Comments
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