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Insect Armageddon
The insect apocalypse is here
We are increasingly confronted with fearful visions of a world in which the tiny architects of the terrestrial sphere we call home vanish. Soil crumbles to dust; plants wither and bear no fruit, leaving holes in our harvest bounty: tomatoes, almonds, apples, cocoa – all banished from our diets unless painstakingly pollinated by hand.
Likely futures are inevitably more nuanced than this; the evidence is complex and many insects have unexpected reserves of resilience. In temperate regions, they must of course survive considerable seasonal changes every year, and so we see the great pulse of insect abundance through spring and summer that draws migratory birds here give way to an apparent annual vanishing. It’s an ordinary occurrence, in that it has been taking place for hundreds of millions of years, and yet extraordinary to contemplate. Where exactly do they go?
Once those exhausted migrant birds have finished breeding and vacated the soundscape, it is some of our larger insects, the grasshoppers and crickets, which give the late summer voice. Their level of activity, and in some species the tempo of their song, increases quickly with temperature. Cool them down and they’ll slow until they stop altogether, yet bush crickets can be heard calling long into the autumn, carrying on a last-chance frenzy of complex courtship behaviours before the entire population is reduced to eggs. These are laid in the soil, or into the stem of a plant that’s been sliced open with the female cricket’s ovipositor, her egg-laying tool. Cricket nymphs appear soon after the eggs hatch in spring – tiny wingless versions of the adults. The Great Green Bush Cricket, by some measures the largest British insect, needs at least two winters for the eggs to develop and can continue pausing at the egg stage for as long as seven years until a promising enough spring comes. In summer this is a feisty species indeed – a fearsome predator that is liable to give a firm warning bite if roughly handled. Winter sees them reduced to mere specks, tiny parcels of source code and food from which the whole population must reanimate.
Many butterflies also pass the winter as eggs. The hairstreaks lay eggs like tiny flying saucers, each carefully positioned near a forked twig where fresh growth will nourish the hatchling in spring. What hatches from the egg is quite unlike the graceful winged creature that laid it, for – as we all know from The Very Hungry Caterpillar – butterflies undergo what is called complete metamorphosis. This ability to harness two very different body shapes, each appropriate for the tasks assigned to that life stage, is key to the success and diversity of many branches of the insect family tree. For hairstreaks, the caterpillars might feed for a month to six weeks – very hungry indeed; take a month or so to reassemble themselves into butterflies; and then spend just a couple of weeks as flying bursts of colour. The long wait as an egg – butterflies in potential only – occupies fully two-thirds of their year.
Some moth caterpillars do their feeding and growing inside autumn leaves, in what are known as leaf mines – I picture them with hard hats and a head lamp as they chew their way through – and some species have figured out, through co-opting bacteria and chemicals in their saliva, how to maintain ‘green islands’ in the leaf so they can continue to feed even when the rest of the tree is aflame with autumn colour. When finally sated, they’ll surface from their mine, drop to the ground and spend the winter sheltered in a cocoon nestled among the fallen leaves.
Elsewhere among the soil and litter, beetle larvae are active throughout the winter. Division of labour between the larval and adult stages in beetles is usually less strict, and adults may forage for the same foods alongside the next generation. The impressive Violet Ground Beetle can often be found hunkering down under logs in woodland, while its larvae, whose slender, segmented bodies lack the adults’ purple-edged wing cases but have similarly fearsome jaws and strong legs for running, hunt earthworms and slugs through the soil. The adults may live for several years, emerging to feed and mate when the going is good and sitting tight when the weather is too cool, or indeed too hot.
Other insect species that pass the winter as adults can be found in bark crevices, grass tussocks, plant stems, and sometimes in our houses – look out for green lacewings whose eyes have a beautiful rainbow shimmer like reflections in an oil puddle. Even some tiny, squishable, aphids overwinter as adults. Hardier than they look, adult aphids have been recorded surviving temperatures as low as –27 degrees centigrade, while those that pass the winter as eggs can be chilled below –40 and still hatch successfully*.
But the rate of attrition for all insects during winter is nonetheless high. A frost too far, washed away in flood debris, prised out of the soil by hungry birds and mammals, or perhaps unwittingly exposed by a gardener tidying up. Just as we expect and trust trees to re-green in spring, and flowers to emerge from bulb and root under the ground, we should keep in mind that the winter landscape is not emptied of insect life but would reveal, if inspected in minutest detail, many millions of small, still lives, seeds of the spring to come, and these too need to be nurtured and protected.
*Aphid facts gleaned from the late Simon Leather’s excellent Don’t Forget the Roundabouts blog: an entomological treasure trove.
Written for ‘Forest Church’ in the graveyard at St Michael’s Enborne, October 22nd 2023. Here’s the view looking south to Beacon Hill.