On this day, I exclaimed in delight at the tiny
crimson petals thrusting out of the bud on a beaked hazelnut twig. A single
leatherleaf shrub in bloom with delicate yellow flowers brought similar
excitement. Then, when I noticed the first tightly furled spike of trillium
leaves that had worked its way up through the dry maple leaves, I was ecstatic.
The group stopped with me to search for more, and
as our eyes adjusted, our mental search images honed, and the tiny green spikes
appeared everywhere. Although we could not identify the spikes, we knew from
last year that these could be wood anemone, large-flowered trillium, violets, Dutchman’s
breeches, and bloodroot. The fully unfurled leaves of spring beauty, just over
an inch long, clustered in the shelter of a fallen log.
These spring ephemeral wildflowers have figured out
that they can make use of the rich soil in the shady depths of deciduous
forests, so long as they get a head start on the trees. In part because they
only show up for such a short time each spring, they have captured many a
heart.
In particular, many of these flowers have a close, symbiotic
relationship with ants. You don’t see it now, but in a month or so, when they
are done blooming and have gone to seed, a soap opera emerges. All the wildflowers
I listed above attach a packet of fatty goodness, like a donut for ants, to the
outside of their seeds. Called an elaiosome, this little bit of energy-rich lipids,
amino acids, and other nutrients, shows that the way into an ant’s hill is
through its stomach.
Ants carry the elaiosome, still attached to its
seed, down into their hill. There the ants may feed it to their larva or eat it
themselves. The seed, which is smooth, hard, tough to hold on to, and
impossible to eat, is thrown into the ants’ midden or garbage heap. Here, in a
nitrogen- and phosphorus-rich environment, among moist, decaying plant matter
and the bodies of dead ants, the seed has a wonderful place to grow. It is safe
from birds, other insects, and even forest fires. This type of ant-assisted
seed dispersal is called myrmecochory.
Myrmecochory (mur–me-co-cory) is exhibited by more
than 3,000 plant species worldwide, and is present in every major biome on all
continents except Antarctica. One study determined that it has evolved at least
100 separate times in 55 different plant families.
In nature, when there is success, there is often a
cheater. Hepatica, a beautiful purple or white spring ephemeral flower that
emerges before its leaves, is an unassuming swindler. Instead of providing a
detachable treat for the ant, hepatica just covers its seed in a non-removable
elaiosome with the same chemical cues as its neighbors’ true elaiosomes.
When ants take hepatica’s seeds back to the nest,
the elaiosome can’t be eaten, and the chemical cues stay intact. Instead of
being stripped of its packet of fatty goodness and thrown in the trash heap,
the hepatica seed stimulates each ant that passes by to pick it up by the
permanent, fatty handle and carry it somewhere else. Hepatica saves energy by
not making a large elaiosome, and it benefits when its seeds are distributed more
widely. In return for their dispersal services, the ants get nothing. Hepatica
is a parasite!
If cheaters win, though, then pretty soon everyone
starts cheating. For a mutualism (a symbiotic relationship where both parties
benefit) to continue, it must provide appropriate rewards. Scientists have
found that seeds with true, tasty, edible elaiosomes are transported by ants
much more often than the cheater seeds of Hepatica and others like it. “In this
situation, cheating … establishes a background against which better mutualists
can display competitive superiority, thus leading…to the reinforcement of the
mutualism (Pfeiffer et al, 2009).”
Such drama, on what may seem like a small scale,
impacts entire ecosystems on six continents. In this northern hardwood forest,
maple leaves cushioned my knees as I crouched down to get look closer at the just-opened
flowers of Dutchman’s breeches. A bit of movement caught the corner of my eye,
and I shifted my focus to a patch of soft moss. A tiny black ant was scrambling
its way across a jungle of leaves. As my gaze widened, I noticed another ant,
and then another and another, all busy with their own lives. After you notice
one, you start seeing them everywhere.
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