Posts Tagged ‘nest’

The Post – Ants, Baby-Boomers, and the Greater Good

January 7, 2011

The BBC Online just published an article: Leaf Cutter Ants Retire When Their Teeth Wear Out. Now given the title of this post I can imagine you’re connecting ants to Baby-Boomers and protesting that we have better dental care so no forced retirement for us! 🙂  But not to worry.

Quite to the contrary, in reading the article, I was struck by a similarity between the two groups that has nothing to do with teeth, but a lot to do with continuing to have a valuable contribution, even as we age.

The BBC article summarizes research done by scientists at the University of Oregon and that was published in the journal, Behaviour Ecology and Sociobiology. I know, sounds like a real page-turner. But bear with me just a bit.

Apparently, using electron microscopes, they were able to verify that pupae of the leaf-cutter ant from Panama, Atta cephalotes, have mandibles as sharp as any razor blade we’ve developed and hence work great for chopping up leaves. Older ants, however, have much duller mandibles, about 340 x duller than pupae and it takes them twice as long to cut up leaves. Some of the older ants only have about 10% of the sharp cutting material left.

The leaves, by the way, are used in food production for the colony. The ants apparently use the sap for food, and they also use the leaf material to grow a fungus, also as food for the colony. (The fungus is a member of  the Lepiotaceae family.)

Anyways, given that the most labor-intensive job in the colony is the chopping of leaves, the ants have developed a system where the youngest ants do the cutting, and older ants carry the leaves back to the nest. They have devised a means where an older ant with little cutting ability left, can actually make a contribution to the colony doing a job they are better suited for. This serves the greater good by allowing the younger ones to what they do best – keep on cutting.

I thought about our society where often Baby-Boomers want to continue in a career path well into their later years rather than just heading out to pasture.  But often we need to reinvent ourselves a bit – pursue that career from a different angle, use our years of experience as a pro to make the whole effort more efficient. Do tasks we are best suited for.

I have a 30+ year medical and pharmaceutical research background. More recently I wanted to continue using that background but in a new way. I am now volunteering at a local science museum, using those 30  years of science, to reach out to the new generation coming up and fire them with a love of science. It is work I am better suited at now. I admire those my age who can still work double shifts or all-nighters at the local hospital lab.  It is no small achievement. I have been given the chance to avoid that, so I find my usefulness in other ways.

It carries over into other areas of life too, not just careers. It snowed recently and my husband and I were preparing to go out and shovel the driveway. Our 22-year-old son stopped us and told us he had it covered. In a short period of time he completed a job that I am still able to do but which would have taken me much longer. His willingness to step up to something he was best suited for, allowed me to work inside on things I was better suited to do. I felt tremendous gratitude.

So when I read about the leaf-cutter ants, I think, re-invention, and remember my son and the snow. 🙂

Hello, and Why mosaic?

January 13, 2008

I’ve been sicker the last 2 days than I have been in years…couldn’t even get out of bed to get breakfast, much less get going on this blog. I had wanted to work on picking out a mosaic design for the header from the photographs I shot at the North Carolina Museum of Art. They have a Roman floor mosaic there. Aching, coughing and wishing someone would just take me out back and shoot me to put me out of my upper respiratory misery, I came down to the study tonight, just to do a quick check on the world. Instead of the CNN banner page that day-by-day becomes more like the front page of the National Enquirer, I see my laptop open to the front page of my blog. There, in beautiful living color, was the header, floor mosaic installed, blog title nicely spanning the glass and stone chips some Roman installed 2000 years ago. My husband had gone ahead and set it up for me, even though he was sick.

Some men buy diamonds and that’s fine. But for me I’ll take a geek dude any day of the week, one whose form of loving me is to bring me soup in bed, then come down the hall and finish setting up the blog page. )

For the very technical types out there who may be mystified as to why I HAD to have the header set up first before I could write…I am not a computer person, I am a writer. I am mostly emotion, some logic. I go first by gut and sensory feel, then by analysis. I told him I was struggling to feel “warm and snuggly” willing to open my soul online, unless I felt like I was “home”….in a “nest.” My blog, with its ancient Roman mosaic banner, feels safe and comfortable. Like putting out the vase of flowers on the doily on the end table holding the pot of tea while the fireplace burns. NOW I can write.

I will explain more later about the purpose of this blog, and how I envision this project to go. For now, given how I feel, I will just talk about “soul mosaic.” The Romans took refuse – small bits and pieces of broken stone and glass that at first glance were nothing but trash – and instead arranged them into beautiful mosaics. Those rejected pieces, when arranged by someone who could see “their soul” became a unified whole that was a work of beauty.

I know the feeling. For most of my life I have felt like an odd collection of unrelated stone and broken bits. Many of those bits I never valued. Some I hated. Most I flat out ignored or tried to run from. It is only now in my 50s I realize that all those pieces of me, really do make a beautiful picture. When assembled with the right eye, the soul of the mosaic…my mosaic, can show through.

I decided to share this with others. I imagine I am not the only one out there who has ever questioned their life, their purpose, whether they accomplished anything, whether they are worth anything. I imagine I am not alone in wondering what value all the “broken bits” have. Maybe it is my gift to someone out there, to let them know, the broken bits really do make a work of art.

Time for tea, and a huge thank you to my husband. Good night.