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Leaf-cutter ants and La Caminata

Leaf cutter ant workers, soldiers, and minimaAnna:

While walking down the Hidden Valley Nature Trail, we stumbled across a line of ants carrying bits and pieces of leaves on their backs.  The ants were following paths brushed clean of any debris, as if a gush of water had flowed through and washed 4 to 5 inches of ground clear.

Maggie and I joined the line of ants and soon came upon a huge mound, about twenty feet wide and three feet tall.  The mound was clearly the center of the leaf-cutter ant operation, with trails radiating out in all directions from their home.  I tried to follow a trail to its end, but eventually gave up --- the ants travel long distances, often running along horizontal tree limbs in addition to their cleanly swept trails.  I decided that ants must prefer certain tree species to go to so much trouble when they could use the leaves of the trees growing right out of the mound.

The visible part of a leaf-cutter mound consists of the debris hollowed out of their below ground chambers.

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.
Parts of leaves carried by leaf-cutter ants
Later, I watched another colony of leaf-cutter ants gnawing circles out of an elephant ear leaf.  An ant stood on the bit of leaf it was biting off, then reached out its legs to grab onto the main part of the leaf just in time so that excised section and ant didn't fall together to the ground.  The leaves remaining on the plant looked like someone had gone after them with a hole-puncher.

Leafcutter ants carrying leavesAlthough Maggie and I thought the leaf-cutters were unbelievably cool, farmers are less impressed.  Every day, a colony of leafcutter ants can harvest as many leaves as an adult cow, and the ants are quite fond of banana, sugar cane, and corn.  Scientists estimate that leaf-cutter ants harvest 12 to 17% of Costa Rica's total leaf production every year --- and I thought our deer problem was bad!

I did have a small run in with the leaf-cutters after months of watching their work.  During the rainy season, I often carried home plant specimens to draw indoors, but one day I noted:

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
Arenal Lake and VolcanoYesterday 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.
Monteverde's La Caminata

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.

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