It’s becoming an annual tradition for me – a blog post
about what I’ve learned from the crickets that I bring home at the end of the
season each year.
Our cat, Dmitri, was so delighted with his beloved Spring Field Cricket last year and his subsequent Fall Field Cricket that I needed to find at least a Fall Field Cricket for him in 2019.
Dmitri with his 2018 Spring Field Cricket, Lincoln.
Field crickets are his
favorites because they’re larger than ground crickets, they rustle around in
their leaves, and they often come out of hiding both to sing and to explore. My
success guaranteed another excellent year from Dmitri’s point of view.
But the Fall Field Cricket did not have a name until the day I brought him to visit my Cleveland Institute of Music theory classes.
I placed him on a music stand at the front of the classroom
where students could see and hear him – they could even watch how he created
his songs with his wings. They could also observe his behavior since I create
miniature habitats for crickets based on where they’re found in the wild.
But he needed a name, they thought. The 8:25 class proclaimed his
name would be Frederick. Students in the 9:30 class declared that Frederick
was an absolutely inadequate choice and that his name should be Regulus. Some
of the 10:35 class members responded that Regulus was ridiculous.
He became Frederick Regulus.
Frederick wasn't the only cricket to travel to class. I brought a tiny Handsome Trig in a little singing cage and he, too, sang from the music stand through all three consecutive classes. (This cricket did have a name: Phil, as in Phyllopalpus puchellus.)
Frederick wasn't the only cricket to travel to class. I brought a tiny Handsome Trig in a little singing cage and he, too, sang from the music stand through all three consecutive classes. (This cricket did have a name: Phil, as in Phyllopalpus puchellus.)
My students were astonished by how loud he was! They were intrigued and impressed, though some also hoped that he wouldn’t be back during the quiz scheduled for the following day.
Back to the dining room…
I learned a little more about creating Handsome Trig mini-habitats
in their little singing cages. In addition to having a little bottle cap of
cricket food, water cubes, a slice of apple, a slice of grape, and a piece of
lettuce, they really appreciated the addition of one more item:
A leaf – preferably one that would curl up as it dried.
Why? That’s where they prefer to sing in the wild. They don’t stand on an exposed
stage, displaying for hungry Chickadees to eat. No, the males are on the underside of leaves or
in curled up leaves where they are concealed.
Once I realized how much the Handsome Trigs delighted in
this addition, our trigs were never without an appropriate leaf or two.
I’ve found that ground crickets very much like to have some
grass and a small pile of leaves in which to hide.
Surprisingly, they also very
much appreciate a small rock for a perch and perhaps a little piece of wood.
Those rock perches were so popular! Almost all our ground crickets used them
for singing and for basking in the late autumn sun.
But what about the sound of their songs? I can observe crickets
very well in those plastic cages but listening to them is more rewarding in the
screened lid terrariums. Mesh insect cages are a significant improvement over both of these options, but visual
observation is diminished. I think I’ll save the mesh cages for the tiniest ground
crickets that spend most of their time under their leaves.
My most rewarding change was introducing caterpillar/butterfly cages for the tree crickets. I’ve used stem holders for vegetation in terrariums, but I can now add more height for their plants. My goal is to create a lifelike habitat that provides good singing perches and to enable opportunities for observing their behavior and this worked splendidly!
Forbes's Tree Cricket singing in a blackberry leaf in a mesh butterfly/caterpillar cage. Forbes's and Black-horned Tree Crickets primarily stay near the tops of the plants, but they also travel from the ceiling to the floor to eat dry cricket food, water cubes, and lettuce.
And our Clicker Round-winged Katydid from my October 21st post? He lived in a terrarium setting until the frightening evening when I accidentally caught the edge of it and it crashed to the floor. It shattered! I was horrified! Surely, Clicker had perished! But no - he was still clinging, uninjured, to a leaf stem on the dining room floor, surrounded by shards of glass.
That’s when I moved him into a mesh butterfly cage as well, and he immediately perceived this habitat modification as an immense improvement. I could create an
appropriate understory with native shrub and vine leaves for him, and he could
climb and hide. He used every inch of space in that cage.
As native plants lost their leaves in the late fall, I struggled to find sprigs of blackberry. I accessorized with strands of semi-evergreen invasive Japanese honeysuckle, which I can still find in parks even now. I also experimented with putting a romaine lettuce leaf in a pill bottle of water.
And, of course, he enjoyed dining on an apple slice mounted on a twig.
As native plants lost their leaves in the late fall, I struggled to find sprigs of blackberry. I accessorized with strands of semi-evergreen invasive Japanese honeysuckle, which I can still find in parks even now. I also experimented with putting a romaine lettuce leaf in a pill bottle of water.
And, of course, he enjoyed dining on an apple slice mounted on a twig.
The late fall
decline in ensemble size is always sad for me. These insects were not young when I brought them inside and life was often hard on them before they were moved into a warm, safe retirement community for their final days. They may live for a month or two in the house - occasionally a little longer – but only two have
ever lived into the new year.
This Forbes's Tree Cricket was missing a back leg, but that didn't affect
his ability to hold his appropriate position for singing.
Clicker continued as usual until sometime during the early part
of New Year’s Eve, when he literally dropped dead to the floor of the cage. Now
only an ancient Broad-winged Tree Cricket remains. His voice has faded to a whisper
when he sings a few occasional short phrases during the night instead of his former resounding aria that continued for hours at a time.
Broad-winged Tree Cricket on 1-1-20
It's
already January 6th, and a new year of listening will begin with the
first birdsongs of spring at the end of the month. We'll have a new
array of singing insects in the house next fall. Still, it's gotten very quiet in the house at night...
What a great way to introduce little creatures to your young students! Kudos to you.
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