The odd critters of Seuss’s are matched by the zoos’s

The odd critters of Seuss’s are matched by the zoos’s

Ted Geisel aka Dr. Seuss (1904–1991) • Library of Congress (Public Domain)

Originally published 7 October 1991

Dr. Seuss in the sci­ence pages?

You bet.

Dr. Seuss, a.k.a. Theodor Geisel, who died [in 1991] at age 87, was a botanist and zool­o­gist of the first rank. Nev­er mind that the flo­ra and fau­na he described were imag­i­nary. Any kid head­ed for a career in sci­ence could do no bet­ter than start with the plants and ani­mals that pop­u­late the books of Dr. Seuss, the mas­ter of mad­cap biology.

They are great stretch­ing exer­cis­es for the imagination.

A few years ago, when thrips were in the news for defo­li­at­ing sug­ar maples in New Eng­land, I not­ed in a col­umn that some species of the insects lay eggs, some give birth to live young, and at least one species has it both ways. I sug­gest­ed that not even the wildest prod­uct of Dr. Seuss’ imag­i­na­tion — the Moth-Watch­ing Sneth, a bird that’s so big it scares peo­ple to death, or the Grick­i­ly Grac­tus that lays eggs on a cac­tus — is stranger than crea­tures that actu­al­ly exist.

Not long after, a read­er sent me a pho­to­graph of a cer­tain trop­i­cal bird that does indeed lay eggs on a cactus.

And what about the Moth-Watch­ing Sneth? The extinct ele­phant bird of Mada­gas­car stood 10 feet tall and weighed a thou­sand pounds. In its hey­day (not so long ago) the ele­phant bird, or aepy­or­nis, prob­a­bly scared many a Mada­gas­caran half to death. For all we know, it watched moths too.

Nature the equal to Seuss

Pick any Seuss­ian inven­tion and nature will equal it. In Dr. Seuss’ McEl­lig­ot’s Pool there’s a fish with a pin­wheel tail, and a fish with fins like a sail. There are young fish (high-jump­ing friskers), and old fish (with long flow­ing whiskers). But the strangest fish in McEl­lig­ot’s Pool is the fish with a kan­ga­roo pouch. Can there pos­si­bly be a real fish…? Wait! Not a fish, but in South Amer­i­ca there is an ani­mal called the Yapok (real­ly!) that takes its young for a swim in a pouch, the only water-going mar­su­pi­al. The Yapok is an excel­lent swim­mer and div­er (no slouch), with pad­dle-web feet and a water­proof pouch.

At this point the bound­ary between the real world and the Seuss world begins to blur. Con­sid­er the life cycle of the brain worm, Dicro­coeli­um den­driticum.

Adult brain worms are skin­ny and flat like noo­dles. They live in the liv­ers of sheep. Oodles and oodles of their eggs trav­el down the sheep­’s intestines and are excret­ed into the grass. There they lie, qui­es­cent, until a dung-eat­ing snail hap­pens to pass. Gob­bled, the eggs awak­en, in the snail’s gut, and turn them­selves into roundish things that drill their way through the gut to lodge them­selves in the snail’s diges­tive gland. Thus ensconced, they change again, into a stringy sort of thing called a moth­er sporo­cyte. The MS (as I’ll call her), clones her­self into a zil­lion copies, or daugh­ter sporo­cytes, fill­ing the snail’s diges­tive gland to over­crowd­ing. The jam-packed DS’s (as I’ll call ’em) change again, into spermlike crea­tures, called cer­caria, that migrate to the snail’s res­pi­ra­to­ry cham­ber. Snuf­fling and snif­fling, the clogged-up snail coats the cer­caria with mucus and sneezes the slime ball into the grass. The slime keeps the cer­caria moist and alive, but — won­der of won­ders — the slime ball looks exact­ly like a snail’s egg. Along comes a wood ant with a taste for snail’s eggs that lugs the slime ball back to the nest for din­ner. Devoured, the cer­caria change into metac­er­caria, most of which take up house­keep­ing in the ant’s abdomen. A few metac­er­caria trav­el to the ant’s brain, where they twid­dle the con­trols and cause the ant to go a par­tic­u­lar kind of crazy. The ant crawls up to the top of a grass stem and sits there in a cata­ton­ic state until — yep, you saw it com­ing — a sheep nib­bles the grass. The sheep­’s pan­cre­at­ic juices cause the metac­er­caria to hatch into young brain worms that make their way to the sheep­’s liv­er and…

Every step of this quirky jour­ney, includ­ing the sheep, the snail and the ant, is nec­es­sary if the brain worm is going to repro­duce. The Cre­ator who invent­ed the brain worm out-seussed Seuss.

Millions of species

One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish: They are all here, some­where. Ten mil­lion (or more) zany species. A fish with a long curly nose. A fish like a roost­er that crows. A fish with a checker­board bel­ly. A fish made of straw­ber­ry jel­ly. Am I mak­ing them up? Is it Seuss or reality?

A thou­sand-pound bird (if you meet one, don’t mock it); a deep- div­ing Yapok with water­proof pock­et; a switch-hit­ting thrips that is bi-repro­duc­tive; a brain worm whose hosts are just-out-of-luck­tive. All there, as real as real. Like the famous physi­cist Michael Fara­day said, “Noth­ing is too won­der­ful to be true.”

So farewell to you, won­der­ful Dr. Seuss. And thanks for teach­ing us all a great les­son about bio­di­ver­si­ty: If we wait long enough, if we’re patient and cool, who knows what we’ll catch in McEl­lig­ot’s Pool.

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