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Who is Making all these Holes in the Ground?

Who is making all these holes in the ground?
01I live off of a dirt road, so the road to my house is also dirt. The only paving on the property is the concrete slab under the house and a couple of the out-buildings. Otherwise, it’s all dirt: the paths and trails, and the ground along them, whether covered by meadow, brush, or forest. And everywhere I go, the dirt has holes in it. And for years now I’ve been trying to find out who is responsible.

Easing into a new exercise regimen, I’ve been walking. Or, let’s say, I’ve been sauntering, or ambling. And the slower I go, the more holes I see. Even in these summer months when the meadow is dry straw and the ground is hard solid.

These Sierra foothill soils have to be some of the worst in the world, with every nutrient but iron leached out. A pick won’t dig a hole when the dirt is as dry as now but there are still new holes in the ground. There are pencil-sized holes, dime-sized holes, quarter-sized holes. The more I look the more I find. This isn’t even counting the larger and more obvious holes–mole and gopher holes, or ground squirrel holes or owl burrows—I know who makes them. But who is making all these small holes?

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A List in Progress:

First off, the Mammalia, our own dear class of milk-drinkers, are responsible for the largest holes, that’s clear. We dig holes ourselves: post-holes, out-house holes, and trenches for pipes—but they are usually filled in. Soldiers, of course, dig holes, or used to, and called them fox-holes. And foxes do dig holes, though our foxes seem to prefer an abandoned tree house.

Rabbits dig warrens, which are holes in the ground, though they must dig them in the densest and most inaccessible brush thickets, because I never find them. Many rabbit warrens, it is said, are connected underground. We have skunks, and skunks have long claws and dig dens. I think I found one of those once. Opossums will nest in holes if they can find one, but I’ve read that they don’t dig their own. Sometimes they live in trees.

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And the coyotes dig holes, and live in them. I found one once, with pups in it, dug into the side of an embankment.

Actually, my little dog found the hole before I did. He was just a little scamp peekapoo with long curly hair and big eyes that said “I love you, just stroke behind my ears,” but when he heard a coyote howl, he put his chin way up in the air and made this sound like a coyote and trotted off like the Fool headed for the cliff. After about five minutes I heard a terrible yelp of pain way off in the manzanita and figured I’d better go find him. I did and there he was, kind of bloodied up and needing a stitch or two, and there was Mama, standing in front of her den looking at me, and behind her coyote pups looking out and thinking this was all the coolest thing that had ever happened.

Ground squirrels dig holes, of course, and they are easy to spot, as are gopher holes and mole holes, with the dirt piled around the entrances.
Moles tend to have their entrances in the center of the excavated dirt, so it looks like a volcano, while gopher holes are eccentric.

Moles and gophers make a lot of holes around here. I’ve lost a dozen fruit trees to gophers–but there may be even more moles. The cat catches gophers but she doesn’t go after the moles. At least not anymore, not since one she had cornered attacked and grabbed onto her paw with his teeth and wouldn’t let go. For a nearly blind animal that spends its whole life underground eating bugs they’re pretty feisty.

Besides moles and gophers, there are shrews, mice, and voles. I’m not sure why voles are called “voles,” which sounds like “moles,” because it’s shrews that are like moles. Voles are like gophers. Voles are often called “meadow mice,” and I realize now that many of the small “gophers” caught by the cat were actually voles, and that voles are probably responsible for a large number of the excavated holes that are slightly smaller than mole holes but have dirt around the entrances. Like gophers, voles are mostly vegetarian, and seem to be better tasting to cats than the insectivorous moles and shrews.
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Whoever is digging exactly which hole, there is a lot of bioturbation going on, and it is not all done by mammals, by a long shot.

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Maybe some lizards dig holes. Skinks do, for sure. Alligator lizards dig to bury their eggs, but mostly I find them just under boards and stuff lying on the ground. Fence lizards, whiptails, don’t know but they’ve got to sleep somewhere.

Some spiders dig holes: deep clean holes. Trap-door spiders. And around here big wolf spiders dig a hole like a trap-door spider just without the door. Close to quarter-sized. The cat never sniffs at these holes. I had to go out at night with a flashlight to see the spider, and I did. It was there about half an inch down the hole with its legs on the rim. So I took a piece of straw and rustled some dry grass a couple of inches outside the hole. And, like, I knew what was going to happen, but when the spider rushed out I still jumped a foot into the air.

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Most spiders, of course, live in webs.

Then there are the insects. And some in-between critters like centipedes. Centipedes dig holes,  and live in them. Except for the ones who come into the house and hide under a sofa until you are walking by at three in the morning headed for the kitchen and they lunge at your toes. I HATE that. WHY do they do that? It makes me want to do that-forbidden-by-the-Buddha.

But insects, yes. Now we are getting to the pencil-sized holes, or mostly.

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Among the Hexapoda the most obvious and numerous hole-diggers are the ants. Lots of them, and they seem able to dig into the very hardest of the hard-pack dirt right on the driveway. So we see them a lot.

05In fact, I’m watching them right now. These are fairly sizeable ants, but fifty yards back there is an active nest of very tiny ants, and both colonies may move the same amount of dirt. They like to work in the cooler hours during the summer, late afternoon and early evening. In the winter when it rains I suppose these ant nests will become potholes.

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I’d tired out early, as I do when I’m still recovering from a chemo, so sitting next to an ant hill seemed like a good place to rest. Then I had half of a mental white-out: it was like a dust storm came through and half of my brain was left resembling the Playa at Burning Man. Laura was with me.

“You know,” I said, “there was an early tribe of humans who, being particularly observant of nature, decided that underground was the proper place to live. They saw other animals digging holes so they decided to do the same thing. They were called Troglodytes and they ate lizards and other reptiles and small mammals and were known to be the fastest runners in the world, which is strange, if you think about it, because most of their lives they lived underground in Ethiopia and were so poor of eyesight that they took to herding large groups of moles from underground room to underground room with short sticks. Caesar wrote a book about them, but the book is lost.”

“Caesar, huh,” Laura asked, “like the salad?”

“Well, yes. And then Xerxes tried to hire them to dig tunnels under the walls of a city he was besieging in Lydia, but the Troglodytes refused, explaining that such use of their chthonic skills would be sacrilegious and offensive to the gods of darkness, an explanation Xerxes accepted.”

“Xerxes, huh, are you sure you don’t mean Cyrus?”

“Yes, Cyrus, that’s who I meant. . . . The problems all started when a Lydian king fell in love with his own wife—that ended up being how the Persians found out about the Greeks and went to war against them and why we run marathons. The Greeks all wished that the Troglodytes had been more helpful to Cyrus, and had finished the whole thing before the Spartans arrived, so they passed laws protecting people who lived underground in holes, exempting them from certain taxes and service on triremes. Cyrus and Croesus talked about it with Solon after they figured out who was the happiest person alive.”

The fog was lifting from my brain.

“See,” I said, “the barbarian women considered it an affront to be seen naked . . . kind of like goddesses.”

“What’s this have to do with Troglodytes?” Laura asked.

“Oh, because the Troglodytes moved to Italy and became Christians, and then they moved to Cappadocia. One of their underground cities had 18 story buildings and a population of 15,000. Nobody believes that anymore, but you could look it up.”

Laura said she knew about Cappadocia.

Some of the ants can’t seem to find their way back to the nest. One ant, holding a huge seed in its mandibles, has missed the nest twice, and is now over a foot away and walking in the wrong direction. Other ants touch antennae with it, but it still hasn’t got the message.

“See,” I said, “the continued existence of underground civilizations is a tightly held secret of the government: the very existence of such cells is such a threat to National Security that they release occasional pictures of UFOs instead.”

Laura helped me up and we were walking again, but now my eyes were tuned in to holes and we had to keep stopping. I saw one very clean quarter-sized hole, or nearly so, that I was sure was a new wolf spider hole. It even had some paper-like web around the wall of the tunnel. I didn’t stick my finger in.

Once we had watched scores of flying ants hatching out of several holes right in the driveway. They were orange and black with blue wings and they just kept crawling out of the holes and taking off into the air. I think the ants opened new holes just for the hatching, and then abandoned the nest.

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Diptera: Flies, Midges, Gnats.
Not that many insects live underground as adults, but many live underground as larvae or pupae. I’ve see crane flies dipping their ovipositers into the ground laying eggs. After the larvae pupate and the adults emerge, they leave little holes behind them. Most of the little holes that are left open are probably emergence holes–kind of like an inter-dimensional passageway. Holes in regular use get stuffed with gravel or straw.

Most Diptera prefer soil rich in decaying matter. Here, that’s under the oak trees.

Hemiptera: the True Bugs.
This is such a large order there must be some of them that dig holes. Cicadas, for sure, in the suborder Homoptera, produce large numbers of emergence holes.

Isoptera: Termites.
California has the Western Subterranean Termite. As its name implies, this termite nests in the ground, preferably in a buried log. Their nests can get quite large, of many galleries connected by tunnels, the whole thing sometimes hundreds of feet in diameter.

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Orthoptera: Crickets, Katydids, and Grasshoppers.
Mole crickets live in the ground. The one we see the most is the Jerusalem Cricket, also called Niña de la tierra. Is there any bug more definitive of bugginess? I mean, they are BUGS. They’re huge, and they have those bald heads that look like the bugs in the game “Cootie.” They are harmless, but they will hiss and spit at you if you “bug” them too much.

Laura and I were still walking but I could feel the white noise closing down my left brain.

“You see,” I said, “the verb ‘to bug,’ as in ‘don’t bug me, man’, actually does come from bugs. Well, more from beetles. From that annoying characteristic of beetles, in particular, to come right back at you after you brush them away. It’s like, you try to be nice and just knock them ten feet away from your sleeping bag instead of crushing them and what do they do? They turn right around and come back. And they’ll keep doing that. And that’s how the verb “to bug” came about, from backpacking beatniks, Jack Kerouac and Japhy Ryder, I think, who finally said ’Hey, that bug is BUGGING us’.”

Laura: “Uh huh.”

“Well, yes. Or maybe it started before then, maybe in Harlem, with cockroaches.”

Laura, who had lived in New York City for years, thought that the latter etymology was far more likely.

There are also some ground crickets in this order that dig holes. And the California Camel Cricket, Ceuthophilus californianus, lives in underground burrows.

And the subject of grasshoppers brings us to blister beetles, and thus to the Coleoptera. Blister beetles get their name from the ability of some species to secrete cantharidin, which blisters human skin. Cantharidin is also know as “Spanish Fly.”  It should never be used as an aphrodisiac, but preparations are sold as a topical treatment to remove warts. There are over a hundred species of blister beetles in California, but few if any of them cause blistering.

Female blister beetles lay hundreds of eggs in meadows or other grassy areas where grasshopper larvae are in the ground. The blister beetle eggs hatch into a larva that looks like a cross between a silverfish and an earwig. These crawl around when it is warm checking out every crack and hole in the ground they can find, looking for a grasshopper nest.

As I mentioned in “Autumn and the Last Wasps,” entomological writing gets more colorful the further back one goes in time. This may be because the earlier generations of entomologists spent a lot of time lying on the ground on their stomachs. Here’s Snodgrass, circa 1930, on the “triungulin” of the striped blister beetle:

“Though the young scapegrace of a beetle is a housebreaker and a thief, his story, like that of too many criminals, unfortunately, makes interesting reading.” 
–Robert Evans Snodgrass, Insects, Their Ways and Means of Living

Finding a nest, the triundulin devour the grasshopper eggs, and then molt into a completely different-looking grub. Eventually, after a number of successive moltings, a pupa hatches into a new adult which crawls out of a hole in the ground.

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Coleoptera: Beetles.
Besides blister beetles, the most obvious diggers in this order are the Burying Beetles, Nicrophorus. Beautifully described in Bernd Heinrich’s Life Everlasting; The Animal Way of Death, Nicrophorus beetles can dispose of a mouse carcass in hours. If the ground beneath the carcass is soft enough, a pair of beetles, after a brief marriage ceremony, together dig the ground out from underneath the carcass, meanwhile chasing away wasps, flies, and other beetles. When the carcass is buried, the female lays her eggs on it. I haven’t seen these colorful beetles yet, though I keep putting out half-eaten mouse carcasses left by the cat.

Most of the other subterranean beetles live in the ground during the larval stage, such as the stink beetle and the tiger beetle. Entomologists calculated that in southern Wisconsin, depending on the type of soil, an acre of ground contained between 50,000 and 200,000 grubs.

Eleodes larvae live in the ground until they emerge as adult beetles. The Eleodes beetle is a large and all-black species of darkling beetle that will stand on its head if disturbed and spray a foul-smelling amber liquid, hence “stink beetle” or “stink bug.” My mother called them “pinacate beetles,” a name more usual in the Southwest, derived from the Nahuatl word for “black beetle.”

A Kansas entomologist, H. R. Bryson, in the 1920’s and 1930’s, described the types of holes made by a wide variety of insects (mostly Coleoptera and Hymenoptera), along with the soil type, depth, characteristic branching, incline, diameter, length, and even the weight of the excavated soil.

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Hymenoptera: Wasps, Bees, Ants.
While beetles inhabit the ground almost exclusively in the larval stage, the Hymenoptera typically live in the ground as adults. Bumblebees and mining bees dig burrows, as do many solitary wasps. Yellowjackets also live in the ground, in large nests (as anyone who has ever disturbed one knows), but evidently they don’t dig the burrows themselves, but rely on finding abandoned mouse or vole holes.

Solitary wasps that live in the ground include the cicada killer, eumenid wasps, digger wasps, sand wasps, and spider wasps. Many of these wasps have to deal with parasitic wasps that will steal into their burrows and leave their own eggs to hatch and devour the owner’s eggs or pupae, so many digging wasps disguise the entrances to their burrows, making them very hard to find. For one, they disperse the excavated soil, so that predators or parasites won’t be able to spot it as easily, and then they also plug the hole when they go out, and often cover it with debris.

I’ve already talked about ants, but I do want to add that a whole series of abandoned-looking, scraped-off holes along about six feet of driveway are in fact occupied—by largish red and black ants that only come out long after dark.

That leaves the worms.

Annelida: Earthworms.
I guess they’re out there—it’s just hard to remember that in the summertime. Darwin calculated 53,767 earthworms per acre. That was England, of course, where it rains. Darwin’s last published book was on earthworms, called The Formation of Vegetable Mould through the Action of Worms. The book was surprisingly popular, selling more copies than the initial edition of Origin of Species.

Once he had an estimate of the number of worms per acre, Darwin went on to measure how much soil passed through each worm, how much soil there was in England, and proved that all the topsoil in England had all passed through the intestinal canal of an earthworm many times. He also calculated the rate at which earthworms bury ancient ruins, doing his fieldwork at Stonehenge. Darwin also performed extensive experiments with earthworms, proving that though they could not hear, they could detect vibrations, and that they were intelligent and could learn. This last assertion is an embarrassment to those who still cling to the tenet that intelligence is a uniquely human characteristic, and that whatever animals do, especially invertebrates, is something called “instinct.” Myself, I think intelligence, like reason, remains a good idea worth trying.

I could feel another white-out coming on. Darwin had filled the dining room with jars of worms and it was creating a domestic crisis, Mrs. Darwin saying, at last, “You have to choose: it’s me or the worms,” and Charles inventing and calling in a “worm-mediation specialist” who brokered a compromise, the worms getting Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Mrs. Darwin getting Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

You have to dig to find earthworms here. Or wait for a rain. But sure, they’re out there, and they make holes, pencil-sized. And according to Darwin, a lot of them.


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