I’ve never seen a springtail. I didn’t even realize I should have. But I am assured they are “commonly” known as snow fleas, which implies lots of other people see them. They see them hopping around on the snow, where they appear as little black dots that seem to vanish when they jump. If I did see black dots hopping around on the snow I’d assume it’s just one more thing living in my eyeballs with the spots, tracers, and streamers.
I have only lately come to realize that although many people don’t pay as close attention to the natural world as I do, they do see more. I’m nearsighted. The only thing in my favor, when it comes to small critters near the ground, is that all of me is pretty near the ground also. My one and only growth spurt was more of a dribble. I did top out north of five feet but I’m still considered stompable in a crowd.
Evidently, though, I am squashing hundreds of springtails with every step in the forest. The existence of snow fleas is just something I am expected to accept, like bosons and quarks and gay Republicans.
Springtails are hexapods. I am assured they are not, however, insects. They have six legs and a bonus thumper that they tuck underneath themselves like the tail on a naughty dog, and when they get a notion to escape a predator or just go on a toot, they whang themselves up in the air with their thumper. It is soberly maintained that the little buggers can sproing themselves repeatedly in one direction and cover two miles in ten days.
This is the kind of thing you’re just expected to believe. You can’t strap a tracking device on a 1-mm organism, as far as I know, so perhaps they paint identification dots on them and wait for them to show up someplace else. It doesn’t seem any less daunting than building a supercollider to whiz matter through, just in case some of it bangs into something and leaves behind a fossil boson. In other words, some things you just have to take on faith. A number of highly respected religions are based on less.
But there is not a critter so small that it cannot be actively enslaved by fungi, which are notorious scamps. Mycorrhyzal fungi are essential parts of the ecosystem and support trees and run messenger services for them and collect their mail and provide general support—and when they detect there is not enough nitrogen in the soil, they send out a pheromone to draw the springtails in, then paralyze them, and dismantle them from the inside to farm their nitrogen for the trees. Not exactly certain what’s in it for the fungi though.
You do hear a lot of stories about fungi and their predilection for invading tissues and taking liberties with your person. I wouldn’t have thought you could milk enough nitrogen from a nearly invisible not-quite-insect to nourish a big tree but sometimes it’s the small donations that put a campaign over the top.
There are other non-insect hexapods, including coneheads, which live in leaf litter and also in rabbit holes on the internet, which is where I found them. Coneheads are even smaller than springtails. In fact they’re so small nobody even noticed them until the early 1900s. Same thing happened with my dad. One of the things that sets them apart is their life cycle development. Instead of starting out small, getting too big for their pajamas, and busting out larger and larger over successive molts, they actually add body segments to their rear portions when they molt. This is called “anamorphosis,” or “twerking.”
And did you know that coneheads are the only hexapods with a post-anal telson? You do now.
Thanks, Sharon Hull!
I never know WHAT I will learn from you!
I also never know what I will learn from me!
I also have always been VERY nearsighted. I thought that I saw normally and the nuns just had sloppy handwriting on the blackboard. (Denial much, Mimi?) When I finally got contacts as opposed to glasses back when I was in my 20s, I was gobsmacked at being able to see individual leaves on trees in the distance. I had always thought that EVERYONE saw them as a hazy mass of green.
Then came menopause. Apparently, vitreous detachment is a thing that near-sighted people get, but not far-sighted people, because of the shape of the eyeball. Like everything else when one gets older, the eyeball dries and shrinks, pulling away from the retina. This causes temporary flashes of light in the eyeball that is currently pulling away, leading one to call one’s eye doctor at an odd hour, panicking. (She had always asked ME, and not Paul, about seeing flashes of light. I had never asked her WHY she asked me and not him until it happened to me. He’s far-sighted, I’m near-sighted… so that’s why.) She examined my eyes thoroughly, and there was no retinal tearing, just the detachment. However, ever since then, the floaters are all over the place! Most of them look like a small dab of oil in one’s eye that makes things look misty. If I tilt my head, I can get it to go in another direction (which I do when driving.) And since I am still near-sighted, but people get more far-sighted as they get older, I have the best of both worlds. Lucky freakin’ me.
The doc compensates a bit by prescribing one lens for far vision, and the other lens for mid vision, and I augment with reading glasses for close stuff. But I can no longer see individual leaves on distant trees. Or even identify birds in my driveway. Fortunately, I can still determine that they ARE birds.
And I have read that fungi are the largest entity on Earth. Because they are underground, and we only see the bits and bobs that poke up through the soil, we underestimate them.
And coneheads? Weren’t they an eye-rolling bit on SNL back in the 70s?
wow Mimi! I have learned so much this morning from not only Murr but you!
I think mimimanderly has her own blog but she puts it here!
Absolutely! And, Coneheads are from France.
“Same thing happened with my dad.” !!!
Murmur, you hop around something like a springtail! Where do those sidetracks even come from?
Definitely requires paying attention.
Marcia
My habit is to meander all over the place looking for my point and if I can tie it into a bow at the end, good for me, but it doesn’t always happen.
Properly controlled free-association makes for great writing. Well done, Murr, as always!
I used to love reading Kurt Vonnegut for that very reason. It seemed like he was always free-associating, and I loved the seeming spontaneity of it.
“properly controlled”
From the Google – “What do plants and fungi exchange?
NYBG.org: Hidden Partners: Mycorrhizal Fungi and Plants
Mycorrhizae are symbiotic relationships that form between fungi and plants. The fungi colonize the root system of a host plant, providing increased water and nutrient absorption capabilities while the plant provides the fungus with carbohydrates formed from photosynthesis.”
…and mail service.
Hahahahahaha. I’m gonna be springtailing it…just for fun.
Oh, and fungi are gobblers of destructive pollutants like oils in soils and other icky ‘stuff’ . They don’t even have to be trained. You just have to do some matchmaking for them. And then they come home and put their jammies on and relax…..
They are also eating my house.
According to a pest control outfit on the internets, “They have a tail-like appendage called the furcula that, when threatened, can hit the ground with enough velocity to spring them into the air. They travel in groups, and thus if you disturb one you disturb them all, and soon you’ll have a jumping mess to deal with.”
And that’s why I never, ever threaten anyone’s furcula.
Right????? Get me Edit!
“Under the moldy leaves some
Springtails stay
They hardly ever see the
Light of day
Till you scratch away
At their roof of clay
Then they always jump away
In April Grove”
—from the mediocre 1960s album “Chrysalis,” which I liked at the time
It’s no coincidence that the lead singer was named Spider, eh? I remember them. Rather good group, for folk ‘rock’.
I still remember a little of the liner notes, ending with “Philosamia cynthia — the workingman’s moth!”
It’s not like I was getting outside that much anyway, but this post may have me inside, checking the doors for things creeping underneath.
I have a thing about spiders, and now it’s…what are they again..something called springtails. The jumping part I don’t like.
Guardedly yours,
M.
Think of it as “whanging,” then.
Educational as always, Murr! I did not know about springtails nor that type of coneheads.
Mimi, you and I must have the same kind of eyeballs. I too had vitreous humor detachment and have tons of floaters. I recently finally had cataract surgery and they put in the implanted lenses that correct my vision. It’s a freaking miracle! They managed to hit a sweet spot where I can still read all but the tiniest print (so I bought some drug store reading glasses for those emergencies) but also see distance well enough to drive! However, for bird watching I probably will still need glasses to see them really clearly!
As a child I never understood what the Man in the Moon was because to me the moon was just a white blur until I got glasses at age 10.