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Subvisible Thoughts: Rewriting the War on Microbes

The auditorium was dark and air-conditioned. As lectures on yeast, HIV, and tuberculosis floated over my head, I scribbled notes in three languages: original Portuguese, translated English, and vocabulary I made up to lasso my thoughts onto paper. Words like subvisible, macrobe, germophile, biofiction and endogarden squeezed in sideways next to sketches of virions and DNA on the pages of my Watson journal.

Do you have that one study trick when you want to get ideas flowing? Maybe you need perfect silence of the library quiet room, or Frank Ocean in your earbuds. Simón Bolívar claimed to do his best thinking at the center of a crowded ballroom. Turns out, the overly-chilled halls of an infectious disease conference were my ideal habitat for incubating ideas.

Idea #1: How Might Our Relationship to Microbes Be Different if We Weren’t So Dang Visual?


As a species, human beings are extremely visual. Our eyes let us see a rainbow of colors, pick out meaning from black squiggles on a screen, and react to danger (like that of a snake across our path) before our mind consciously registers the threat. As eyes evolved, our smell, taste, touch, and hearing dwindled to perfunctory senses. Compare our nose to a dog’s, our ears to a bat’s, our tongue to a snake’s, or our touch to that of a star-nosed mole.

Our sight makes us biased. We save colorful species from extinction, yet we wonder if little brown birds can be that important to an ecosystem. We photograph wildflowers and ignore bark, stems, and roots. We cuddle stuffed jaguars and lions, but when was the last time you snuggled a plush microbe? (They do exist!)

A fluffy Streptococcus pneumoniae so you can finally fulfill your desire to snuggle pneumonia.
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons.

An embroidered syphilis sculpture available on the Forgottenland Etsy for $80.

These two months in Brazil, I have not seen a single microbe. Why? Simple. I don’t have a microscope. Sure, I’ve seen the effects of the single-celled ones: an oozing wound in the back of a dachshund, a syringe full of hot-pink rabies antigen, a can of beer.

An infected sore on the back of Seo Claudio's dachshund was evidence of bacteria, but I could hardly tell anything about the microbes from this observation.

But it’s not the same as seeing the organisms themselves. Would you go on a jaguar tour to look at the scratch marks left on a tree? (Ok, jaguar scratches are pretty awesome, but the real thing would be cooler!)

Scratch marks on the mossy bark of a tree in Bonito. I like to imagine they were left by a jaguar, but the organism itself would leave a much larger impression.

Our excellent eyesight is limited by scale. We can’t see anything narrower than 0.04 millimeters. At least, we can't distinguish an object smaller than 0.04 millimeters from its neighbor. When we see a conglomeration of tiny particles, like the atoms in a table or the mold cells in a colony, we see their cumulative mass, not their individual bodies. Our eyesight's resolution probably isn't going to get much better, because it's already approaching its quantum limit.

What about our other senses? The linings of our nostrils can differentiate molecular structures of odorants, and our tongues taste the contours of tiny particles, like salt and sugar, with impressive fidelity. But both senses require billions of particles to cross the detection threshold. According to these pretty cool calculations, human taste and smell are operating at 10 orders of magnitude above the quantum limit, meaning that if evolution had taken a different course, we might be a species intimately aware of our single-celled cousins.

Vanilin

Eugenol
The structure of vanilin varies only slightly from the structure of eugenol. The only difference is an aldehyde group (an oxygen) versus an allyl group (a couple extra carbons), but the two smell as different as vanilla and cloves. Imagine what our noses could tell us about tiny things if we smelled in higher resolution.
Photos from Wikimedia Commons.

What would our relationship to microbes be like if we were a primarily smelling or tasting organism? Might we know salmonella and leptospira like we do jaguars and lions? Might we develop compassion and curiosity for pathogens, despite their ability to harm us? After all, we find a place in our hearts for macrobes that threaten the same: wolves, pumas, bears, and on down the list of beloved predators.

And that brings me to my next idea.

Idea #2: Writing Microbes Sensually


Artists and writers bring to life what our limited senses cannot. Impressionists paint motion and light into landscape. Surrealists depict the unconscious world of dreams. Poets tempt the sixth mass extinction into tangible proximity. (Check out The After, a poem about Anthropocene extinction by Melinda Mueller, my high-school biology teacher.)

One of the first things I learned in my favorite college course, Don Snow's “The Nature Essay,” was to write sensually. Breathe in Ellen Meloy's juniper scent, feel Amy Irvine's canyon mud suck your feet down, taste durian through David Quammen's prose. These nature writers push beyond vision to awaken worlds for their readers.

Write me a story from the perspective of the brain fungus that caused this ant to freeze in its tracks.

Show me schistosomiasis, not just the symptoms of a human infection but the sensual details of what it's like to live within the body of a snail.

Could we write microbes sensually? The genre might be called “speculative biofiction.” I want someone to evoke the satin skin of a gram-negative bacterium, the rigid reluctance of a gram-positive. I want to imagine the sour tang of Yersinia or the sweet tickle of Plasmodium on the tongue. (No sampling pathogens, please!) I want to attend a party of Lactobacillus through scent, following their appetites as they converge on a silo of sprouted barley and nibble in into beer.

I want someone to turn this biochemical diagram of how Klebisella evolved antibiotic resistance into a narrative ode to bacterial genius. I want to sympathize with the wounded, watch survivors invent counter-weapons, and understand resistance not just as a public health crisis, but as a story of resilience during war.

I want someone to describe the barbed armor and biochemical antics of two Streptococcus colonies as they battle for control of a Petri dish, so I can root for my favorite without having to peer down the eyepiece of an elusive microscope. I want to swim through the bloodstream and slip into DNA with an HIV virion. Could we transition from a society of germaphobes to one of germophiles?

I want to read a poem about this decadent feast, a decomposing cow in a vereda, the endemic wetland of the Cerrado. Which microbes live only in veredas, hoping for cows to die?

I want to know the inner workings of a gall wasp larva. How does it trick this leaf to house its invader?

How do the algal cells treat their fungal symbionts? What's it like living in a matrix of your neighbor's body?

I don’t have a microscope, and neither does anyone else outside a handful of college students and microbiologists. Scopes give me a headache, anyway. Let’s write microbes sensually, so we can cultivate compassion and curiosity for these remarkable little ones.

By now you might be asking… why does it matter if we have compassion and curiosity for microbes?

Idea #3: We Are Ignorant of Microbes as Individuals, so We Fear Them


Perhaps obviously, infectious disease is defined as an illness arising from an infectious agent: a pathogen, a germ, a microbe. This week, as I sat through dozens of presentations on infectious disease, I expected to see quite a few microbes on the projector screen.

Total microbe count: one.

Chikungunya was paired with images of swollen ankles, tuberculosis with scatter plots, candida with symptom charts. I knew I wouldn’t get to smell, taste, or feel microbes at a professional conference, but damn, I barely got to see a picture!

I know the Chikungunya virion only through the unpleasant response it causes in humans.

The only microbe actually shown all day was this yellow fever virion. I was so excited, I sketched yellow fever for the next half hour and forgot to listen... whoops!

We don't know our microbes. That ignorance contributes to our fear. And, sometimes, that fear leads us to overreaching and violent reactions to microbes.

A perfect illustration of our one-dimensional relationship with microbes based on fear. This slide is from a DIERN presentation I watched on antibiotic resistance.

This campaign to eradicate leishmaniasis paints the bacterium's vector, the sand fly, like a dangerous and wanted criminal.

And I think our skewed perception, our tendency to ignore the subvisible, might be confounding our imagination when it comes to living well with microbes. I listened to researchers who seek “solutions” to the “problem” of disease. I also heard, over and over, our failure to find that solution.

Aedes aegypti mosquito vector eradicated in Brazil! Accidentally reintroduced twice…”

“Antibiotic kills Mycobacterium tuberculosis! Now, multi-resistant Tb is more lethal than ever…”

“Yellow fever was conquered for good! Now it's reemerging as climate shifts the habitat of its wildlife host, Amazonian monkeys….”

The multiple "eliminations" followed by "reinfestations" of the Aedes aegypti mosquito make eradication seem like a less-than-permanent state.

This slide depicts four drivers of yellow fever re-emergence in Brazil. The "R" in DIERN stands for re-emerging diseases, a sign that annihilation of microbial enemies may be a dead-end tactic.

The story of disease I heard at the DIERN conference tells that humans are engaged in warfare with microbes. We grasp onto this narrative because it's familiar. We have been waging war on macro-predators for millennia, and we've been winning. Saber-toothed lions went extinct; gray wolves and Bengal tigers are confined, for the most park, to controlled populations in parks. Although predators still take lives (read about human-wildlife conflict in NepalCalifornia, or Brazil), their impact on the human species is a shadow of what it once was.

But I think this narrative of war makes less sense when we look at our relationship with microbes. Our campaigns against large predators worked because we share a scale. Our smaller foes, the microbes, will not be so easy to knock off. If we declare war, we may be setting ourselves up to lose.

Idea #4: We Are Not Going to Win This War


Microbes operate on their own scale. Bacteria are generally about one micron wide. That's a millionth of a meter, six orders of magnitude smaller than you or me. Protozoan parasites are slightly larger, hovering around 50 microns. Don't even get me started on viruses. Those tiny machines are measured in nanometers. That's one billionth of a meter, or nine orders of magnitude smaller than us! If we are engaged in a war, then scale is the microbes' deadliest weapon, because it gives them two superpowers: speed and stealth.

Speed, in terms of evolution. Microorganisms evolve faster than you can load a YouTube video on sketchy WiFi. The typical generation time of E. coli is 20 minutes. The average for a human is about 15,000,000 minutes. Shorter generations allow faster evolution. E. coli and their ilk have us beat with their hands (ahem, flagella) tied.

Stealth, in terms of hiding from us. Tiny things are not only hard to see with our eyes, they are also hard to detect and target with our weapons, like medicines and immune systems. They evade our weapons by evolving around them. In the last eight years, Enterobacteria have started producing an enzyme to digest the strongest antibiotic we have, carbapenem, into a harmless waste product. Bacillus anthracis hangs out in permafrost for decades, waiting for warm temperatures. When it's kicked out of human apes, yellow fever virus takes shelter in wild monkeys. Brucella slip inside our cells to avoid detection by antibodies, the seek-and-destroyers of our immune system. Retroviruses slide inside our goddamn genome to hide! Good luck eradicating that with a shotgun.

A playbook for the war against microbes, "Tackling Antimicrobial Resistance on Ten Fronts," published by the Review on Antimicrobial Resistance and featured in one of the presentation I watched.
As I learned about the speed and stealth of our greatest foe, I started to feel like Cersei Lannister facing Daenerys’s dragons. (Game of Thrones, anyone?) Cersei, binary queen that she is, put it like this: “We fight and die, or we submit and die. I know my choice.” Maybe that’s how infectious disease researchers have been looking at our war with microbes. Drug resistance, zoonoses, superbugs, spillovers… it’s a losing battle, but we’d rather die fighting than watching from the sidelines. But what if those aren’t the only two choices?

Idea #5: Curiosity and Compassion as a Foundation for Collaborative Survival with Microbes


I suggest that another choice exists, the same one I wrote about last week in Edge Effects: collaborative, multispecies survival, a concept from Anna Tsing.

But does that mean, exactly? I started a list of “solutions” to microbes in my notebook and tried to decide where each one falls on the Collaborative Survival Scale. On the less desirable end of this scale are annihilation of other life forms, human monoculture, and collapse. On the more desirable end are collaboration with other life forms, multispecies ecosystems, and survival.

Antibiotics

Simply put, antibiotics are medicines that kill bacteria. With a name that literally means "against life," these tend toward the annihilation side of the scale, but there are levels of death within antibiotics. I watched a DIERN presentation on veterinary antibiotic use, and learned that the four levels of antibiotic dosing are therapeutic, metaphylactic, prophylactic, and additive.

  • Therapeutic antibiotics are given to a sick, diagnosed, individual animal at a high dose for a short duration of time. (This is probably how you have experienced antibiotics prescribed by your doctor.) This usage poses little risk of developing antibiotic resistance because all the bacteria are killed, and the exposure of microbes to the medicine is limited.
  • Metaphylaxis is when antibiotics are given to a herd of animals, a few of which are showing clinical symptoms of disease.
  • Prophylaxis is a preventative measure, when antibiotics are given to a group of animals that are not showing clinical symptoms, but may be at risk for disease.
  • Additive antibiotics are those given indefinitely to all animals on a property, at low dosage, to promote faster growth and lower production costs. This usage poses a high risk of developing resistance, because only the weakest bacteria are killed, and there is prolonged selective pressure on microbes to evolve defenses to the medicine.

This slide from DIERN does a good job summing them up. The three arrows, from left to right, indicate "dose," "duration," and "discussion" (meaning controversy). Therapeutic antibiotics have the highest dose, shortest duration, and lowest controversy. Additives have the lowest dose, longest duration, and highest controversy.

A version of my Collaborative Survival Scale for veterinary antibiotics.

In conclusion, additive antibiotics are tools of unilateral collapse, whereas therapeutic antibiotics have an important, but limited, role to play in health. Overall, antibiotics are a weapon, better suited to wars than to collaborative survival.

I love this charcoal drawing, hung on the wall of veterinary epidemiologist Dr. Ju Galhardo. An antibiotic-resistant microbe downs pills while I nervous dog watches on. This painting depicts fear of microbes, but it also gives the bug personality and humor. The artist is Ju's former veterinary student, Daniela Krambek.

Vaccines


The municipal veterinarian of Corguinho, Dr. Edmaureen, and I prepare to vaccinate cats and dogs against rabies in the free, compulsory, annual vaccination campaign. The sign in the background says "raiva," which translates to both "rage" and "rabies."

Vaccines are medicines that boost our immune systems against specific microbes, such as viruses or bacteria. Instead of killing microbes directly, vaccines help our body's biological microbe-fighting systems (antibodies, T-lymphocytes, B-lymphocytes, macrophages, and others) prepare for war by introducing a small quantity of the pathogen (or, more likely, a dead bit of a pathogen) called an antigen. Our immune system recognizes that bit of the pathogen and produces weapons against it, so if the real pathogen arrives, it won't stand a chance.

Here, I'm vaccinating a cat in my host-town of Taboco. It's easy when you hold the cat against a tree or post, because it grabs on with its claws and holds still.

Vaccines are held up as one of the best alternatives to antibiotics because microbes can't evolve resistance to them directly. But I started to wonder: could microbes evolve resistance to our own immune system?

The answer is a definite yes. The evolutionary arms-race between pathogens and hosts has been going on since life itself began. HIV is a prime example: so far, the virus has evolved at least fourteen "escape mutations" to evade specific immunity molecules. This game of hide-and-seek has had enormous impacts on the evolutionary path of every host, including humans. It may even explain why we have sexual reproduction.

This dog was not pleased about his rabies vaccine, but his owner was happy. Brazil's health system relies on owners to bring their pets to a central location if they live in town. If they live on rural property, Dr. Edmaureen and her vaccination team will make a house-call.

As I thought about vaccines, I realized they post the same risk of resistance as antibiotics, albeit on a longer time-scale. By boosting the quantity of immune molecules to which pathogens are exposed, vaccines must be increasing the selective pressure on microbes to evade our immune system. I dread the day when a microbe develops resistance not only to our drugs, but to our bodies’ defense. Unlike antibiotic resistance, which can be addressed by the development of new drugs, immune-system resistance cannot be invented away. It would take hundreds of generations and much human suffering to evolve new immune defenses.

Dr. Edmaureen and two Health Vigilance Specialists hand-made this pink dog bed out of a tire in an effort to boost participation in the vaccination campaign. Every owner who brought a pet to our tent got to enter a raffle ticket. There was a smaller bed for cats.

The crucial difference between antibiotics and vaccines is that antibiotics are the weapons, while vaccination relies on our immune system to provide the weapons. Although neither is an ideal tool for collaborative survival, vaccines seem to be a solution that will last longer before the bugs outsmart us, if only because our immune systems are more complex and dynamic than the individual chemicals present in antibiotics.

Genetic Improvement

I bring up this solution in the context of livestock, not humans. I consider this tactic a version of "assisted evolution," in which humans amplify selective pressures from pathogens by allowing only disease-resistance individuals to breed. Joel Salatin has long argued for breeding hardy chickens, and programs to improve the genetics of cattle through breeding are widespread.

Ted Turner's Flying D Ranch in Montana uses American bison, Bison bison, to produce burgers from a native, disease-resistant species. Collaborative Survival Ranking: high.

Fazenda Colorado in Mato Grosso do Sul, an arid state of Brazil, raises zebu, Bos indicus, a heat-tolerant species of domestic cattle of Indian origin that has some resistance to ticks.
Collaborative Survival Ranking: moderate.

A feedlot in Walla Walla, Washington fattens angus, Bos taurus, a European species of beef cattle known for the marbling (fat distribution) of its meat, not its hardiness against disease.
Collaborative Survival Raking: low.

Evolution through selective pressure is a proven process for living well with microbes. It's the primary tool that host species have used to coexist with microbes for four billion years, and it's dynamic. Theoretically, microbes can't evolve resistance to genetic improvement, because the livestock genes can always keep changing. In this case, we are still engaged in a war with microbes, but we are using evolution to provide the weapons.

Probiotics

Now I am straying into the realm of my own solutions, because I didn't hear mention of this at DIERN. Probiotics come to mind as a way to fight microbes with microbes, to control life with other life. The idea is to consume beneficial bacteria on purpose, most often Lactobacillus and Bifidobacterium. But the current state of affairs is summed up by the National Institute of Health like this: "We still don’t know which probiotics are helpful and which are not." I'm putting probiotics high on the Collaborative Survival scale because they rely on another age-old principle of ecology, biotic competition.

Body-Wide Symbioses (a flourishing microbiome)

Our body is built of more bacterial cells than human ones. Microbes digest our food, eat dust off our eyelashes, and keep our vaginas free from invaders. The most obvious solution to infectious disease seems, to me, to be a cultivated garden of diverse microbes living within and with-on us.

Perhaps garden isn't the right word, because that refers to a group of plants. A zoo comes to mind, but that's for animals. Microzoo? Endo-garden? We call a group of bacteria a culture or a colony, but when we speak of a functional community of microbes living with a body, the term microbiome rings true.

Biome-Wide Symbioses (a flourishing ecosystem)

The more I learned about antibiotic resistance, the more I wondered how non-human organisms deal with pathogens, these apparently unstoppable enemies. Time and again, I ran into examples of symbioses with other species. Salmon rely on cleaner fishes to rid their lice. Cattle egrets and cattle tyrants are two birds who have earned their names from performing the same service for our ubiquitous companions, the cows. Four years ago, when I lived in the Galápagos, I studied a similar interaction between parasite-eating wrasse and green sea turtles.

A cattle tyrant surfs the head of a capybara, world's largest rodent and a host for disease-carrying Amblyomma ticks.

A green sea turtle is grazed by white salema (Xenichthys agassizii) off San Cristóbal, a Galápagos Island.

Now that I think about it, I did hear one example of this idea at DIERN. Brazilian epidemiologists are infecting Aedes aegypti mosquitoes -- the notorious vectors of zika, dengue, and other viruses -- with  a bacterium called Wolbachia pipientis. You know what they say: a pathogen of a pathogen is a friend!

Some people in the United States keep guinea fowl for their tick-hunting reputation, but everyone I spoke with in Brazil insisted the spherical hens were only around to look pretty.

To test this idea of biome-wide symbioses as a strategy to control disease, a mad scientist might propose an experiment in which she toppled an existing symbiotic system and then measured the change in health of its organisms. Unfortunately, while this experiment sounds destructive and unethical, it is already being carried out around the world as ecosystems are degraded.

Rolling cattle pasture in Brazil where Cerrado forest previously harbored a complex web of plants, animals, and microbes.

In Brazil, a 50% increase in malaria resulted from a 4% deforestation by area. Here in Madagascar, the September forest-burning season forces black rats to flee toward villages, where their fleas can pass bubonic plague to humans. Ecosystems in distress have the potential to lose the balance mechanisms between hosts and pathogens. As David Quammen puts it in Spillover, "Shake a tree, and things fall out." Perhaps the converse, then, is to cultivate a forest of trees where things stay put.

Red-and-green macaws preen each other, removing parasites in a conspecific act of collaborative survival. Evolved and cultural behaviors like preening and burying the dead are important strategies for living well with pathogens.

Idea #6: Placing Ourselves Into Ecosystems


I came to realize that collaborative survival requires placing our pathogens, and ourselves, back into functioning ecosystems.

Disease has become the major Anthropocene concern for humans and our domestic animals because we have removed ourselves from a functioning, multispecies web. We’ve exponentially increased the resources available to microbes -- cow and human bodies -- while simultaneously removing those resources from their context, the biological interactions that kept pathogens in check.

I hypothesize that humans will be more successful at flourishing on this planet if we reframe our war against pathogens as survival alongside microbes, some of which cause us harm under certain conditions. Sensing and appreciating microbes for themselves is a first step; understanding their ecology is a second; reestablishing functional ecosystems inclusive of us and our livestock is a third.

Cultivating curiosity and compassion for microscopic life sounds like a refreshing and even enjoyable path, far superior to fighting a losing battle just to say we went down fighting. (I'm looking at you, Cersei.)

(Psst! You forgot collaborative survival!)
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Essays Published in Edge Effects and Camas

Now and then, I submit my writing for publication. Far less frequently, it gets published. Well, today was one of those rare days. Head over to Edge Effects to read my essay, "Cottonwoods in Concrete: A Call for Collaborative Survival among Ruins." Edge Effects is a fascinating digital magazine produced by the Center for Culture, History, and Environment at the University of Wisconsin, Madison.


If you're more a fan of print media, I invite you to check out Camas: The Nature of the West, a biannual literary magazine produced by graduate students at the University of Montana. My essay, "The Sea Star's Warning," was published in the Winter 2015 issue, which can be purchased for $5.


And to all of you who read Natural Selections, thank you for putting up with nearly 150 posts (so far) that never benefitted from the red pen of an editor! Are any of you writers? Have you submitted your writing to a magazine? Let me know in the comments :)
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The Watson So Far: A Two-Month Reflection on Life, Structure, and Eavesdropping through Science

As I approach the two-month mark of the Watson, it's time to reflect. I was reading a former Watson fellow's excellent blog, Names Across Nations, and I was struck by something she wrote: "I learned to give myself structure in an unstructured world; to redefine productivity."

These months have reminded me how much I live for structure and productivity. A walk in the woods is not merely a walk: I take photographs, collect plant samples, and write numbered lists of birds. I once explained to my friend Jules why I order Thai food that's one star too spicy: it helps me increase my spice tolerance and, I told her, "I like to be productive when I eat" (a quote that has come back to haunt me and make me laugh ever since). That urge can be helpful when it propels me to get out of bed and do something, but it also makes me feel dissatisfied with a simple day of cooking, reading, reflecting, and passing time with those around me.

I like structure so much that I consider my life to have a scaffold around it. When I feel lost, I prefer the metaphor of "rebuilding the scaffold" to something less tangible, like "finding myself." In the loose-ended time after college graduation, my friend Melanie and I used markers to draft a new Life Scaffold on a poster:

A depiction of our Life Scaffold.

By definition, the Watson Fellowship offers very little structure. I am learning how to build a scaffold that contains something between too much structure, and too little.

My most structured time here has been small-mammal trapping (see my post on that). Those were eight days when my morning alarm, bedtime, meals, and even water breaks were decided for me. I felt supremely productive because I was contributing to a doctorate thesis. There were expectations for my work, and I could withstand the sweaty, buggy conditions to meet them.

My least structured time has been the days when I stay home at Quinta do Sol, the forest preserve where I live, and just hang out. I sit under the waterfall in the creek, write blog posts, play a Brazilian game called "Bozo," and cook American dinners for my hosts, Duca and Lygia. On a special night, we might even watch Game of Thrones together. (Lygia has taken to calling my Cersei Lannister for "being a traitor" and "abandoning her" in search of marsupials. I told her I'm holding the Nutella hostage until she forgives me.) These quiet days leave me feeling antsy but also invigorated for the work of another day. I remind myself that sustaining friendships through food, TV, card games, and inside jokes is the business of a meaningful life.

The night I made Sloppy Joes for Duca and Lygia.

In between are the working days, when I interview local farmers about their pets' diseases, or the traveling days, like the time I took a bus to the city of Campo Grande to watch my friend Renata's falconry class and visit the Natural History Museum with Cyntia. These days feel full because I am in motion, but I often look back and wish I had more to show for them -- more photos, more blog posts, more conclusions to draw.

As I plan the rest of my time in Brazil and my upcoming move to Madagascar, my instincts pull me toward more structure. For me, the easiest course would be to volunteer with one scientist after another, following instructions and collecting data. Yet, I know that is not "getting the Watson right." Getting it right will entail a balance, a healthy dose of hanging out and cooking to complement the backcountry treks through rainforest and the written reports. I think the structure I should seek is not one where my day is planned for me, but an intangible scaffold for why I am here. By connecting my daily interactions to a greater mission, I will feel at peace with my time passing.

During my Watson interview, my interviewer Mr. Chaudhary asked about the dual nature of my proposal. I had planned to split my time between researchers (disease ecologists) and community members (farmers, fisherpeople, tourism managers, and others who interact with wildlife disease).

"Are you more interested in the scientists or the community members?" Mr. Chaudhary asked.

My response was that my interest is neither scientists nor local people, but the human-inclusive ecosystem. I want to understand how microbes travel through time, space, and the bodies of other organisms -- plants, humans, and other animals. I am curious about how microbes interact with us (the big "us" of living things) as they go. To understand the multiple components of an ecosystem, I need to experience both nature-built environments, like buriti-palm veredas and coral reefs, and human-built environments, like rabies-vaccination clinics and the shop where Ana sells beer and ice-cream from her living room. (I cringe to separate "nature-built" from "human-built" because there is no difference; the shop is just as natural as the inner chamber of a termite's nest, only it has been built by a primate rather than an insect. But because we lack precise vocabulary, and "non-human-nature-built" gets awfully clumsy, I'll leave it for now.)

A nature-built environment (buriti-palm vereda).

A human-built environment (bathroom behind the beer and ice-cream shop).

I see scientists as translators. I am clumsy in Portuguese, so I rely on Duca to translate the stories of farmers into English; I am also clumsy in the language of nature, so I rely on biologists like Cyntia and Alexine (and the many-talented Duca) to translate the tropical savannah into words for me. I cannot interview an Agile Gracile Opossum to ask its opinions on disease. Instead, I watch Cyntia gently anesthetize the small animal with ether, pluck a dozen ectoparasites off its fur, and store them in a vial of ethanol for yet another collaborator to identify under a microscope, months down the line. This translation is clumsy. I will probably never know what that particular opossum knew of disease. But I hope to someday read the thesis quantifying the ticks, fleas, and lice of Cerrado mammals, and I will know that little opossum contributed to the story.

A Gracile Agile Opossum gets sleepy in ether so Cyntia can collect its ectoparasites.

In the past two months, I have spent countless hours sitting through dinner parties where I understand barely a word. I would strain to catch a phrase of familiar Portuguese, and I learned to laugh when others laughed, but I had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, the group would be ready to leave, and I found myself rushing to gather my things because I had not been able to hear the change in tone that signaled the end of the conversation. Other times, I'd think I had understood a story, but later Duca would translate for me, and I'd realize I had misinterpreted it entirely. Living in a world where I don't speak the language leaves me unaware of the happenings around me. I miss important information, and I miss the colorful details, jokes, and tales that make life rich. As I have become proficient in Portuguese, these details have come flooding back, and I realize how deeply I crave the ability to not only see or hear things, but to understand them.

This experience with language tells me that science, our attempt at multi-species translation, is important. If we do not attempt to translate the foreign languages of other organisms, we may see nature, but we will not understand it. We will miss the signal that the dinner party is ending, and we'll miss the rich jokes and stories that remind us why all organisms deserve freedom from extinction.

This is the scaffold I am building. When I commit myself to a week of marsupials or a month of mouse-lemurs (up next in Madagascar!), I do so not just to fill my days with structure, but to use science as a translator for the organisms I cannot interview.

The Watson is not meant to be a research year, at least not in the typical scientific sense. Perhaps it is in the spirit of the poet of John Keats that Watson fellows are not encouraged to publish a paper or even quantify our learning in numbers. In 1817, Keats light-heartedly complained that Newton had "destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to a prism." Keats's poem, Lamia Part II, expresses the accusation more fully:

. . . and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples. Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine—
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.

So I feel a little guilty about the "cold philosophy" of the spreadsheets of data I've gathered from my interviews with local farmers. I feel guilty about running statistics and making graphs to quantify the risk of canine distemper virus spreading from domestic cats to pumas and jaguars, about comparing a tick's mouthparts to a field guide to determine its species. Am I unweaving the rainbow? Am I killing the poetry?

Ticks awaiting mouthpart measurements.

No, my scaffold tells me I am not. Keats feared that knowledge would undermine poetry, but to me science does not "empty the haunted air." The more I understand of marsupials' lives, the more mysteries unfold and deepen around me, the more haunted with wonder the air becomes. That a Gracile Agile Opossom weighs between 13 and 21 grams does not relegate it to a "dull catalogue of common things," because the catalogue of common things is anything but dull. Real, tangible, common things compose my world. In the spirit of Anna Tsing and Donna Haraway, common things make my world-making projects possible, and I theirs.

Perhaps the discipline of science with which Keats was familiar, physics, attempted to "conquer all mysteries by rule and line," but ecology works peacefully with webs of interactions, complexity, and maybe even chaos -- at least, the ecology in which I am interested.

Two days ago, I had a conversation with one of the most knowledgeable bird-watching guides I've had the pleasure to meet, Maris Benites. Maris not only knew the Latin and Portuguese name of every bird we glimpsed, but she also knew the name of a strange, worm-like Amphisbaena lizard and a squishy, narrow-headed Microhylidae frog. I asked her if she loves birds more than other species, and she said no, she likes reptiles and amphibians just as much. She can't love one kind of animal on its own, because she knows how important each species is for the others. But she focuses on birds because of their value for teaching. In fact, she is just starting her PhD on birds as environmental educators.

Maris listens to the language of Pantanal.

"Why are birds such good educators?" I asked Maris.

"Because they interact with everything else," she told me (in Portuguese, so bear in mind that my translation may not be accurate!) Various bird species depend on freshwater, old-growth trees, specific fruits, cover from predators, consistently-timed army-ant swarms... the list goes on. Without a functioning forest, we have no birds. Maris hopes to get people to appreciate the little brown birds in the brambles, not just the colorful ibises and storks, and from there she hopes people will discover an understanding of ecological complexity and a conservation ethic, even for those animals that have the potential to harm us or eat our livestock, like jaguars and eagles and mosquitoes.

Maris's conversation got me thinking about microbes. When we talk about jaguars, we treat them with both fear and curiosity. They have the power to kill us, but we still feel curiosity about their lives, amazement at their strength, and awe at their beauty. I have seldom seen microbes treated the same way. Once labeled as a pathogen (something that causes disease), an organism is treated as a "sacrifice zone," an enemy particle that can and should be destroyed because we fear it. Yet, when we consider interactions, this tactic becomes nonsensical. We cannot squish every microbe like we shot nearly every cougar, grey wolf, and grizzly bear. Microbes are too small. They hide in dessicated capsules, only to emerge decades later. They evolve in minutes. They reproduce exponentially when resources exist. Their ideal habitat (in many cases) is the warm flesh and blood of human bodies, a resource that is becoming more abundant every day. We cannot eradicate microbes, so we are stuck with the task of living with them.

Evolutionary medicine, in contrast to the individualized medicine we get at the doctor's office, focuses on the weaknesses (vulnerabilities) of hosts rather than the strengths of pathogens. As humans, our principal vulnerability is that our bodies are rich with nutrients, protected habitat, and moisture. What we call a "body," a microbe considers a "home." By recognizing this pattern, we open up a wide new space for understanding disease. We can compare our bodies to thousands of other examples across ecology: soil that is home for termites, novateiro trees that are home for ants, ant nests that are home to fungus. We can look to evolved examples in which one organism becomes host for another and, instead of succumbing to disease, it thrives.

This tree, the novateiro (Triplaris americana) has a close symbiosis with ants (Pseudomyrmex triplarinus). The tree's name translates to "newcomer tree" because when a hapless tourist brushes the trunk, the ants swarm out to defend their home.

The ants live inside the trunk, feed on substances produced by it, and enter through small pores in the bark. This home may seem inanimate to the ants, but it is the body another organism, larger and slower but equally alive.

Here is another species of tree, populated by another species of ant.
This mutualist perspective leads to a change in the question of medicine. Instead of asking, "How can we avoid the pathogens?" we might ask, "How can be become better hosts for microbes?" Some quick answers might include populating our gut with diverse bacteria, limiting the use of systemic antifungals, and maybe even reintroducing parasitic worms. I hesitate to give these examples, because I do not want to close the conversation, but open it wider. What does it really take for a novateiro tree to make peace with a family of ants swarming up and down its veins every day? Do the ants ever take too much from their tree and kill it? Does the tree ever get tired of its guests and kick them out? How did the mutual trust for such an arrangement evolve?

Science does not take the mystery out of such happenings. It attempts, clumsily, to translate the languages in which other organisms are fluent, to the language we can read, that of numbers and words. I hope to learn this language with enough proficiency so I can not only understand the shouts, but so I may begin to eavesdrop on the whispered things, the inside jokes between ants and microbes and trees.

With that in mind, I think I'll go analyze the data from my last thirty interviews, and maybe write another blog about the species of amphibians I've seen. But I'll also take time to sit still, read a few pages of The Invention of Nature, and cook squash pappardelle for Duca and Lygia. Plus, I'm on deck to make brownies tonight, and we have an episode of Game of Thrones to watch.

This day will be productive, at least by my new working standards. And I trust that the scaffold will be built, piece by piece, as the day goes on.

Dad's Daily Bug

A butterfly on water flowers in the Paraguay River, drain of Pantanal.

Mom's Daily Bird

A young southern screamer pokes around in mud next to its four siblings and two parents.

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