What makes a garden an ideal place for the relaxation may miss the eye. Beyond the beauty of flowers of diversity of life forms in its collections, and the comfort coolness it brings to a tired soul, there is still one more thing a nature lover must not miss: a night of a music, courtesy of nature’s miniature musicians.
I refer to these principle singers, the cricket (Acheta domesticus and gryllus sp.) and the long-horned grasshopper or katydid (Microcentrum rhombifolium), all belonging to a large group, order Orthoptera, which the grasshopper is a typical member.
Long Horned Grasshopper or Katydid (Phaneroptera furcifera)
Since childhood I have always been fascinated by insect music. Stealthily, in many attempts, I tried to look for the singer; but no getting nearer to the source of the music.
The singer abruptly stopped. I learned later that these insects are ventriloquists and a slight turn of their wings or bodies would deceive the hunter, but not until finally succeeded in pinning down with a flashlight a Caruso in the middle of his performance.
He is well hidden behind a leaf, brown to black, compact and sturdy, nearly two inches long, with a long tail and a pair of antennae. His front wings are raised 45 degrees above his abdomen on which the hind wings are folded. This is the cricket’s fiddling position. Now he rubs the two leathery wings against each other in a back and forth motions, a process called stridulating, which inspired man to invent the violin. On closer examination the base of the front in lined with sharp edge, the scrapper, while the ventral side has a file like ridge, the file, which represents the bow of the violin.
And what about the stereoscopic sound effect? A pair of tympana, which are drum-like organs found at the base of the front tibia, are actually ears which, together with the raised wings, serve as resonator, sending the sound to as far as a mile away on a still night.
Field Cricket (Acheta bimaculata)
Now let us analyze the music produced or is it only a sound, mistaken for some music qualities? A sound produced by a single stroke called pulse. Each pulse is composed of a number of individual tooth strokes of the scraper and file. Pulse rate is from four to five per second, but on warm summer night the rate becomes faster; thus, cricket are not only watchdogs (they stop when they sense an intruder), they are also indicator of temperature – and perhaps the coming of bad weather. It is for these reasons, other than their music, that the Chinese and the Japanese love them as pets.
There are three musical pieces the cricket play. Calling songs are clear crisp, and loud, which, of course, suit the intention when a female comes around and nudges the singing male, his music becomes soft and romantic, lasting for many minute to hours, and he forgets his role of warning of an intruder or telling coming of storm. Anyone who is love- struck is like that. But worse is yet to come all of a sudden, this vanguard falls silent as he takes the bride. And when another suitor is around, this valentine takes a fighting stance and sings the Bastille, songs designed for a battle. I came across studies on insect music. I began to take interest, imitating it with the violin. It is impossible and the audiospectrogram tells why. These illustrations help us understand the content of the insect’s sound or music. Biologically, only the members of the same species understand one another. No two species can communicate vis-à-vis this auditory means. This is one area in development biology, which has not been fully explored. How did this mechanism of species communication evolve? With computers today, can it been explored as an alternative and safe means of controlling destructive species?
As the garden meets sunrise with fluttering butterflies, so does it enter the night with an array of concerto and orchestra music, and the garden becomes a place for meditation. I say that the music produced by this insect –whatever is its interpretation-is a sound of peace and a chant of praise for life itself. when the Paulinians have gone home and the office are closed, I usually spend hours waiting for my color-coding time at the SPCQ garden. The chores of the day vanish easily, and I find the evening so relaxing that I do not complain of the traffic on my way home.
The great Charles Darwin himself expressed his deep feelings for these nights musicians in his book, “Cricket at the Heart”. He said , I love it for the many times I have heardit, and the many thoughts its harmless music has given me.”
Carulos Linneaus was more affected by these insects. He kept them to send him to sleep. Japanese children delight in collecting them, as American children trap fireflies. Caged crickets are sold in shops. Haven’t I found a battery- operated caged cricket lately? Computer age! Poet David McCord laments, “ The cricket’s gone. We only hear machinery.”
As for me, I still find peace with these humble companions in the night. ~