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Bees, Bats, and Samurai  by Steve Angelique

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Cool, calm, and dark, Rio Colorado (red-colored river) winds through nearly a thousand miles of Texas. On its way to the Gulf of Mexico, it flows under the several bridges of Austin. Each day of summer, in the last minutes before dusk, an eerie quiet sets in. Boats cut their engines; joggers stop; people approach the river and wait silence. Then, echoing from bridge, to banks, to water, one powerful screech rattles out. To the inexperienced ear it sounds like a bird's death cry from the mouth of a coyote. Then, all at once, a thousand screeches follow.

These are sounds which serve to say, "Wake up! It's time to fly and feast." A black cloud emerges as if from nowhere, swirls and expands as it rises. Three million Mexican free-tail bats take flight all at once, flapping wings and screeching as they do. No one who witnesses the nightly sudden awakening of their excitement can escape the conclusion: These creatures are happy with their lot in life.


Living as they have always done, in the dark, their eyes have come to be of as little use as those of the nearly-blind African elephant fish. Their eyes are vestigial remnants of a traditional mammalian life they know no more. Neither birds nor reptiles, they nevertheless use wings termed by Darwin "a most abnormal structure in the class of mammals" (Origin of Species).  They produce precise sound vibrations and are able to discern meaning from the slight differences in patterns of reflection. They feast on mosquitoes all night and exactly at dawn return to their sleeping roosts in the support work of the bridges.

If you want to, you can call them flying mice. 

Although the bats construct their perception of the world, their world view if you will, from their remarkable hearing, there is no basis for supposing their view is in any way substantially different from mammals that primarily use their eyes. The free-tail bats use a technology not unlike that of the porpoise, but the respective evolutions to these similar systems is convergent evolution and bats and other mammals such as the dolphin and porpoise remain essentially unrelated.

Ordinary European honeybees were introduced to Japan for the expected reason - to produce honey. In Japan, however, they encounter an enemy against which they can muster no defense. Enter the fearsome giant samurai hornets (Vespa mandarinia japonica, if you want to look it up).  These are attackers on the scale of African killer bees, but much larger at up to 55 mm long. For their voracity and venom, all fear them. Reportedly, they kill as many as 40 bees per minute.

European honeybees were imported not because Japan lacked honeybees, but because the European bees produce greater yields of honey. But the Japanese honeybees have evolved a clever strategy to defend against the hornets. A hundred of them desperately surround each attacking hornet forming a vibrating bee-ball. Inside, while the hornet attempts escape, the temperature soon rises to a degree sufficient to kill it.

The relatively docile European bees have no concept of using this effective counterattack, although there is every reason to suppose it might work for them too. They lack a long history of dealing with the hornets. When hornets attack the Europeans, they are wiped out in short order.

These anecdotal cases of animal evolution lead up to appreciating something evolutionary that happened in Japan. In the 10th century, a definitive naval encounter between rival samurai (king's guard) clans occurred at a place called Dannoura in the Kyushu area of southern Japan. Recounted in the Tale of the Heike, a child-prince and his servants, representing the losing side of the battle, jumped to their deaths beneath the waves, followed by the samurai of the Heike clan's shogun (king). This changed the political scene and led to Tokyo in the north becoming the major seat of power in a period known historically as Edo. 

Only the victors wrote the rules. The losing side's wives and children by the way, were summarily placed into prostitution. 

In Dannoura these days, locals are a robust lot who depend upon fishing for their economy. They no longer sell anyone into prostitution. They seem to be quite happy on the whole, if sometimes overly prone to gossiping. Maybe that's just natural in such a place where pretty much everyone knows, or at least knows of, everyone else, and mothers spend lengthy portions of their time chatting about their children's doings and their neighbors' childrens' mischief. 

They may also be fairly called a superstitious lot in general, and in particular in that they hold certain of the bay's many crabs to be sacred. A common practice in the coastal izakaya (taverns) is to gulp shots of sake, toasting to the old samurai or even to the crabs themselves. It's also about being rough-and-tumble enough to consume so much fire water. Women are free also to imbibe. Before too long into the evening, it doesn't really matter anymore since few partakers are of a metal agility level enough to care.

Many of these men are fishers and/or crabbers. But the daily crab haul is inspected with unusual care. Samurai crabs must, of course, be tossed back into the sea. The people believe, really believe, that the souls of the suicidal samurai centuries before still walk (or is that crawl?) the seafloor in the form of crabs. And unlike anywhere else in the world, many of these crabs do have the design of samurai faces on their backs.

These hardy seamen know these crabs as Siberians know snow. Furthermore, as they are Japanese, it's reasonable to presume they well know the distinctive look of a samurai face. They throw back crabs that look like samurai faces for superstitious reasons, but each time they do, they reinforce the propagation of genetic coding for more such faces. That is because over centuries, crabs that were eaten did not produce offspring while samurai-like crabs were allowed to live on and thereby propagate. 

Over time, the markings resembling samurai faces grew evermore distinct with each subsequent crab-generation. This is just how male peacocks grew ever larger feathers over the centuries as females chose to reproduce with males displaying the largest feathers of the group. It makes no difference whether fishers discriminate in their eating, or peacocks discriminate in their mating choices. When there is a selection factor controlling the production of offspring, the future generations emphasize traits handed down.

If you happen to visit this interesting area someday, make no jokes about these crabs. After all, they are relatives of the people all around you.

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Resources : Steve is a Massachusetts-certified teacher and former travel writer.  Personal site: www.travelexotic.webs.com
 

 
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