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Friday, March 16, 2012

Babies eatin' babies OR Auntie Pride


Congratulations to me: I’m a mom, well an Auntie anyway.  In addition to being a real Auntie of the incomparable, amazing, accomplished, Margaret (incidentally, about to fete the completion of her first year), I have recently also become Auntie hundreds of times over.  Unfortunately, the number of times over that I am an Auntie is now rapidly diminishing as my molluscan nieces and nephews eat each other. 


Whoops. 

And except for the cannibalism, I couldn't be prouder!  Actually the cannibalism is kind of cool, too, so maybe I just couldn't be prouder!  Now, like any self respecting Auntie, I will subject hapless friends and strangers to stories, photos, and videos of my nieces and nephews doing THE MOST AMAZING THINGS!  Because even though they are invasive brats (don't worry, I'm being responsible), they are the most amazing snails ever in the history of snails, because they are MY nieces and nephews.



This is video of one of the baby snails (Ocinebrina inornata) I am responsible for flipping itself over.  So you're looking from above at an upside-down snail under a dissecting scope (~10x), which is why the plane of focus is so narrow.  I am unable to tell you whether this particular snail is responsible for the death of any siblings, but chances are that she (or he) is.  But, isn't that AMAZING? MY snail just flipped itself over!  

Backstory: GO! About this time last year, I undertook cultivation of a laboratory colony of snails that could star in my dissertation research.  I’ll maybe talk more about why sometime later... maybe.  But the point is: I grow snails now.

And in the case of my pseudo-offspring, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and my snails are a bit, well, poorly socialized.  As I mentioned, they eat their kin.  But, in their defense, it’s not entirely their fault.  In my defense, the fratricide was not my idea.  It turns out, it is not unheard of for some species to practice sibling cannibalism before and after birth.  Sand tiger shark pups consume all the siblings in their mother’s womb, until only one pup remains.  Witness:



Cannibalism at this stage can be a strategy for increasing the success of surviving offspring.  The strongest individuals in a given brood, by consuming the weaker ones, get more food and grow more before birth/hatching etc.  This increases the chance they will survive being a tiny shark alone in the world without wasting the energy that mom expended in making those other babies, or having to compete with annoying siblings later in life.

Similarly, some snails are also known to get an early start on the predatory lifestyle while still in their mommy’s egg capsule.  These snails lay egg capsules (see below) that are attached to a hard surface.  Each capsule has a variable number of fertilized eggs in it, and a number of unfertilized “nurse eggs” or “trophic eggs”.  Snails will go through their larval development while still in the capsule, and feed off these trophic eggs until they are competent to hatch out as perfect lil’ mini snails.  It’s hard to tell in the case of these snails if they restrict their diet to the trophic eggs, or maybe occasionally slip and eat one of their siblings (or half-siblings).  In 1949 (old references are the best/worst to read), researchers at the Washington Dept of Fish and Wildlife counted (COUNTED!) an average of 1,543 eggs in each egg case, estimating that only 1% begin development, and even fewer make it to hatchin’ time.

Fambly Photo Album!

Here's some photo evidence from the crime scene.  DESCRIPTION AND DISCLAIMER: These were taken with some dirty optics and poor lighting, sorry. Also it was kind of difficult to determine whether focus was achieved until too late.  But you're looking through about 10x magnification on a dissecting scope.  I aspire to higher quality at some point, but this is all you get for now.

Early Life History Crime scene: A single egg capsule laid by Ocinebrina inornata, some of the juveniles have already hatched out as you can see the capsule is open at the top (left). 


OH NO! Snail casualty!  That gaping hole in this baby snail shell is telltale evidence of sibling cannibalism, the portal by which a brother or sister suckedthisguysgutsout! This dude is about 0.5mm long.  Note also that, when the hatch out, the snails first have this smooth white shell with a not very pointy top.  To learn why read: The Ballad of The Veliger.  

This one is a survivor!  Slightly older, this snail is perched on the edge of a barnacle many times his (or her) size.  As they grow and add new whorls, the snails, even though they are tiny (~2mm), really start to look like mini adults.
Old habits die hard, apparently, because the winners keep on chowing on their buddies after they leave their egg cases.  I’ve seen a lot of my babies go this way, and it’s sad.  I do my best to make sure they have enough non-sibling nourishment so they won’t be tempted into recidivism.  I’ve been told the best thing to feed them is extremely young barnacles, ones that have just settled out of the plankton.  Unfortunately, the timing is off this year, and I have plenty of adult barnacles, and some appropriately sized baby mussels.  I think they can tell that Auntie’s finger wagging just doesn’t carry the same authority as an actual parent, and my efforts at discipline and redirection aren’t working.  So let’s hope for the sake of my research that this is just a phase.

Friday, December 16, 2011

"More than Meets the Claw" OR "How Emily Ruined Christmas with Snails"



Thanks Santa Oyster Drill! This is the best Christmas EVAR!

Every year when I was growing up, I asked for a pony for Christmas.  Never sincerely, of course, because those things are heinously expensive.  But the request was good for a laugh/groan - I am the youngest and my "jokes" were probably humored to excess (this might explain why I have a blog).  My parents were always extremely generous in supporting my horse habit, but since ownership was out of the budget, instead there would be a joke about the pony not fitting in the garage, or some miscommunication and Santa thought I meant a pony ornament, etc.  

This year I got my metaphorical pony - in the form of a
 First.
-Authored.
Publication.  

True, it hasn't been on my list as long as the pony, but I asked Santa SO HARD for a first-authored publication.  Theodore and his brothers ain't got nothin' on my Christmas wishin'.  Now entered into the prestigious Annals of Never Again Cited Research:


That's right! Grason and Miner (2010) just got all up in your face! It's such a big deal it doesn't even fit in the column.  It's still only available on Online First, but will appear in print sometime next year (and get it's very own volume and page numbers! eeeeee!).  

Since many of you won't have access to the full text (open access is not free, my friends), I'll summarize.  In the spirit of the season, and with only minimal apologies for ruining Christmas for everyone, here is:

Emily's Christmas Pageant
The Ecology of Fear: Rudolph Redux

Act I: Two kinds of invasive snails (here depicted as Rudolph) eat fewer oysters (here depicted as a little tree Rudolph was inevitably going to otherwise eat) and hide more when they smell native crabs (here, the Abominable Snowman) eating their brethren.   Merry Christmas to oysters!


Where is Yukon Cornelius when you need him?!


Act II, Scene 1: One kind of snail (only one tested) responds strongly even if it only detects smashed up brethren (no crabs around).



I'm only a little sorry if the graphic nature of this offends you.  Nature doesn't
really worry itself about your childhood memories.  Nature is for real.


Act II, Scene 2: But that snail also does respond to the native crab even when no bretheren are involved.




INTERMISSION
(to soothe the crying kiddos)

Act 3: Neither kind of snail responds less when there are more live brethren around to share the risk (see post on the ecology of awesomeness for more detail on why this matters).



Nothing like killing off the most cherished Christmas symbol to put you in the Holiday spirit!  I'm evidently feeling punchy today. 

Speaking of punchy, I wanted to title this paper, "More than Meets the Claw: Behavioral plasticity... blah blah blah".  I thought this was  a clever reference to the fact that without actually eating the snails, crabs can change the ecological dynamics in the system (more oysters, yay!), and to a popular 80's cartoon.  Academia has a different take on clever, so I went with a more direct title (*cough, cough, SELLOUT!*).  

In all seriousness, I am much indebted to my former advisor and co-author, Ben Miner for telling me to stick to my guns as long as was reasonable and then maybe figure out how to be flexible and take recommendations from the reviewers.  I joke when I say this publication came from Santa, I made this happen with the quixotic tenacity peculiar to junior graduate students.  This was not an easy process, and took about 18 months from the time of first submission.  I would have given up waaaay sooner if not for Ben, or maybe just submitted it to Veliger.  


First: Oecologia, then: THE WORLD!


Wishing y'all happy holidaysmas2011!



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Other things Radular OR The bus is a caterpillar and it threw up

I am phoning it in twice today, but hopefully providing the radula-philic among you with new ways to waste time.  

"DO NOT stand under this structure in the event of an earthquake."


Thing the first: Accessible science

People keep telling scientists that they should blog to make their science more accessible to "the public".  But sometimes the science blogs I read are really only for scientists - splenic commentary or response to other work that (perhaps rightly) doesn't inform anyone.  This is a bummer.  

As part of a class I am also writing on "The Bill Nye Effect" a blog by a collective of grad students from different departments across UW who want to be better at talking about science.  I think many of us can count Bill Nye as a positive influence, directly or indirectly, on our decisions to do science, so the name is apt.  In a way, Bill Nye should be in my academic family tree (maybe as a Godfather?).  In any case, the blog seems to be evolving into vignettes of life as a science grad student, and has some very fun things to read.  

More on Bill Nye, because once I get started, it's hard to hold back: In all seriousness, this man has done more than almost anyone to convince me that the best way to teach is to let go of ego entirely. His work has been valuable not only in teaching science, but in demonstrating how to teach science.  By the way, have you ever looked at how many great pictures of Bill Nye there are? I have! Here, let me google that for you.  


Thing the second: 2 videos that will change your entire perspective on transportation:

I have already pointed out how behind the times I am when it comes to most things pop-culture.  But this being a gastropod-centric blog, I would be remiss if I didn't spread the gospel of Marcel.  Thanks to Mike "I wish my middle name started with a C" Hammer for filling me in on what I should have known about at least a year ago: