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Leaf-cutter ants and La Caminata
![]() Costa Rica is home to
two genera and several species of leaf-cutter ants, but a handy
pamphlet (The
Fabulous Leafcutters, by Amy Mertl) explained
that the most common species is Atta
cephalotes.
Just like the Azteca ants farm mealybugs,
the leaf-cutter ants farm fungi --- they carry home leaves, chew the
plants up to feed the fungi, then eat the gongylidia produced on the
fungal strands. When new queens leave to form their own colony,
the queens carry a little bit of fungus with them, just as the first
European colonists to the Americas brought along seeds of their
vegetable crops. I
made a lot of collections yesterday in hopes of drawing them today, but
several look like they aren't going to make it...especially since
leaf-cutter ants have started cutting on them!
4-1-01 Yesterday
was a glorious and horrible day --- nearly more than I could
bear. It was the day of La Caminata, another of the Friends'
School's impressive fundraiser ideas. The concept --- La Caminata
was a 12.5 kilometer walk up to San Geraldo Mirador, from which, on
good days, one can see the Arenal Volcano. We didn't get to see
the volcano --- too misty --- but we did see the lake at its base
through the mist, saw lovely new scenery, and had a ball getting there.The money-making aspect was pretty simple. We either had to pay an entrance fee ($3 for adults, $1.50 for kids), or get sponsors who would pay a certain amount for each kilometer we walked. Maggie and I just paid to get in, but most of the kids were sponsored. Then we set off. After we'd completed each kilometer, we found someone sitting by the side of the road to stamp our sheet and give us a treat. The treats were delicious, but were eventually our downfall as they shot us into the worst sugar reaction I'd ever had. The treats --- home-dried bananas (chewy), Snickers mini-bars, hard candy, soft candy, oranges, various homemade cookies, lemonaide, pineapple, watermelon, brownies, and dried pineapple. Perhaps you can see why we overdid it? It was a long walk, especially when we started going uphill, and I nearly didn't make it up one steep slope. I scared myself by starting to wheeze --- the elevation? --- and had to stop and rest a bit. At the top, we walked into the mist, wished on a white horse on a hill, and pressed on. At the end of our journey, Maggie entertained the kids by juggling oranges while I lounged (and was glad we stopped in Santa Elena on the way to get our weekly shopping done.) Then the man who'd walked the whole thing on stilts eventually showed up, it started to pour, we ate up the rest of the cookies, and we caught a ride home. ![]() Maggie: 4-1-01 Last night Anna and I were in such a physical crash from all the walking and sweets of the caminata. We were in a sad, sad state. We had the type of headaches that disable you from moving. So at first I sat reading while Anna slaved away at making stew for today's potluck and our dinner. When night fell, Anna was reading and I had made the great journey into the kitchen to sit at the table and stare out the windows. It was raining beautifully. It soothed my headache to watch a drip from the roof. Quite frankly, Anna and I felt just about as close to being stoned (under the influence of drugs) as we have ever in our lives. The combination of walking 12.5 Kilometers, being hot and sweating, and eating way too many sugary things did us in. So eventually the stew was ready, and I talked Anna into eating some even though she said her stomach was upset. She had had an Ibuprofin and I had not. So we sat, attempting to keep as still as possible to prevent pangs of headaches, but giggling uncontrollably. Some of the things that we said that cracked me up were, "I've run out of chunks." (We were eating the stew with our fingers because as Anna put it, it was too difficult to manuver a fork. As I put it, "we might hurt ourselves with forks." In the mental institute that I had ran away from to get here we would not be allowed sharp objects due to the plain spastic silliness.) I think it was Anna who said, "if you are real quiet, you can hear the yogurt talking". But for sure, we were real good at meditation last night. At one point I sat on the kitchen counter, almost in the sink, just being still. Escape
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Yesterday
was a glorious and horrible day --- nearly more than I could
bear. It was the day of La Caminata, another of the Friends'
School's impressive fundraiser ideas. The concept --- La Caminata
was a 12.5 kilometer walk up to San Geraldo Mirador, from which, on
good days, one can see the Arenal Volcano. We didn't get to see
the volcano --- too misty --- but we did see the lake at its base
through the mist, saw lovely new scenery, and had a ball getting there.
