The Disappearance of Butterflies. Josef H. Reichholf
I could, I took the camera with my left hand and gave it to my wife, so that she could capture this unbelievable moment. My movements did not upset the butterfly. Tangibly clinging onto my skin with its legs as I cautiously turned my hand, it allowed itself to be coaxed into a position that was more convenient for me and for the photo. Now it sat with outstretched wings right on the palm of my hand. With its lemon-yellow proboscis, it touched my fingers, a delicate but insistent contact that I distinctly felt. In the photograph, the antennae, proboscis and the position of the legs demonstrate that this butterfly is alive and has not been doped for an exhibition picture (see Photo 6). After several shots, which were difficult enough, since the camera had to capture the correct angle to make the emperor’s sheen visible, it fluttered away.
Then I noticed that a few paces away a large purple emperor was simply sitting in the middle of the forestry track. He, too, allowed himself to be photographed from just a few centimetres away, although with his wings folded up. The red admiral, which was also still there, did exactly what the lesser purple emperor had done: when I was almost close enough to touch it, it, too, flew onto my hand. Such behaviour is certainly not normal for butterflies. What caused it? My hands were neither sweaty nor dirty. Why did the purple emperor with the folded wings just sit there? I had never seen such a thing. The fact that some butterflies readily suck perspiration is interesting, but nothing special. My wife and I had experienced this repeatedly when bathing by unspoilt, flower-dense banks, where blues flew around in great numbers. One must simply remain still for long enough, for example in the semishade, and use no sunscreen, which would disturb the butterflies’ sense of smell. Occasionally we would make a game of it, allowing the blues to land on particular parts of the body. A fingertip dipped in perspiration, for example, would be suitable, or a big toe. Having made oneself attractive, one must approach the blue very slowly and with great care, so as not to frighten it away; it is a delightful game of patience on a hot and sultry summer’s afternoon.
It is also well known that some butterflies are attracted by fermenting tree sap. Butterfly collectors would make use of this in earlier times, with their own highly confidential recipes. These would almost always contain a little alcohol mixed with fruit, or overripe cheese, such as a Limburger or other potent cheese that would have smelled quite strong even to our noses. They would smear this onto promising sections of tree trunks or other exposed places, marking them just like dogs. Experienced collectors would confirm this, since they know that certain butterflies can actually be attracted to dog excrement or urine in clayey or sandy places. Lesser purple emperors in particular will swarm around dog excrement, but will usually fly away immediately if you approach. However, animal excrement, perspiration and alcohol could be excluded as causes of the strange behaviour of my five butterflies on the forestry track, as could overripe cheese. The cause was actually a carcass, as I then saw, and quite a flat one, about the size of a hand. I had seen butterflies feasting on dead animals before; most recently, a white admiral on a dead roe deer fawn that lay in the woods and was in a state of advanced decay. My attempt to photograph the butterfly that was feeding on it was ultimately successful, but required me to hold my breath, since the deer smelt so foul. Because the white admiral kept flying away, I had to advance several times before I managed to get close enough. Despite all this, it was not a striking picture, and I was forced (grudgingly) to admit it was little more than a useful record.
Still, the carcass I was now seeing, which was a squashed toad, did not offer an obvious explanation for the curious behaviour of the butterflies. The common toad was quite desiccated and anything but succulent. And yet, the five butterflies dabbed repeatedly with their proboscises, as if patting the coarse skin down (see Photo 7). Butterflies can emit small droplets of liquid from the proboscis in order to dissolve mineral substances from the ground and absorb them. They would surely have had more success on the dusty track, especially at its edge, than on the back of the dead toad. And yet there was doubtless something particularly attractive about the toad. I picked it up and placed it at the side of the track, in the hope that the butterflies would not be run over there. They barely reacted. The red admiral even allowed himself to be relocated sitting on my hand, his wings semi-folded.
I very carefully grasped the purple emperor that was resting nearby by the wings, which it held steadily folded, and placed it on the safe roadside. It was apparent that there was nothing wrong with it, since it unrolled its proboscis, which had been rolled into a disc, briefly felt the air with it, and rolled it up again. Its legs formed a steady base, holding its body and its wings upright. Everything seemed to be in order, except that it was neither startled nor prompted to fly away. Its wings were undamaged. The butterfly was surely not too old or too weak to survive.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the other butterflies either. And yet they behaved equally strangely. I was perplexed, and remained so until, after several days had passed and I had repeatedly looked at the pictures that I had taken, a possible explanation for their outlandish behaviour occurred to me. Poison! The butterflies had absorbed a toxin from the carcass of the common toad. They were numb, stoned, high – call it what you will. The toxin had essentially switched off their sensory impressions. They were no longer aware of what was going on around them and what I was doing with them. Almost addicted, they attempted to continue feeding on the cadaver. The large purple emperor had perhaps already absorbed too much and could not go on. But it still extended its proboscis. The butterflies restlessly felt around on my hand with the tips of their proboscises, and allowed themselves be moved by me, since there was no toad toxin on my hand. The toxin is produced in the two large glands that the common toad has on its head, just above the eyes. It prevents snakes, such as the grass snake, from eating toads that they have already seized if they are not particularly hungry. Toad poison was once an essential ingredient of recipes that ‘witches’ brewed in the late middle ages and in the early modern period in order to ‘fly’: psychedelic drugs. Toad toxins in the right dosage will have this effect.
Psychedelics in the insect kingdom
Various other insects also contain substances that have a psychedelic effect. Take, for example, the famous (or rather, infamous) Spanish fly, Lytta vesicatoria. It is not actually a fly but a beetle, related to the oil beetle. ‘Spanish fly’ is still sold as an aphrodisiac. The Medici family are thought to have become rich through the distribution of a special tincture known as aqua tofana, which, in the right dosage, strengthens virility. The active ingredient, cantharidin, has since become well known. It is more effective than potassium cyanide, corrodes the mucous membranes and destroys the kidneys. The toxicity level of this slow-moving beetle prevents it from being eaten by birds. Even greater protection is afforded by the toxin carried by the larvae of the Diamphidia nigroornata, or Bushman arrow poison beetles, in southern Africa. The bushmen of the Kalahari manufactured a lethal arrow poison from them in former times. Many Lepidoptera are ‘poisonous’ or ‘bitter-tasting’ because their caterpillars ate plants containing toxic substances or precursors to toxins that were converted into toxins inside their bodies through the process of digestion. Particularly poisonous moths, such as the diurnal Zygaenidae (burnet and forester moths), which are related to the tiger moths, fly so slowly that one can catch them quite easily. It is assumed that they do this on purpose. But cause and effect are probably the other way around. They have to fly slowly because, if they became too active, the toxins in their bodies would start to affect them. Toxins will always constitute a dangerous cargo, but they can also represent an opportunity for success, as can be seen from the large whites and their population, which continues to be comparatively high. I shall deal with this in a separate chapter.
As for what the butterflies do with the toad toxin that makes them so torpid, I do not know. When they feed on alcohol from rotting fruit, which clearly also intoxicates them, we are faced with the same question. Yet, since alcohol can be broken down and converted into energy, one can at least imagine (or convince oneself) that this justifies the risk of being caught by a bird because they are tipsy and unfit to fly. Perhaps we are too reluctant to accept the idea that animals also look for drugs simply because they are effective, and not because they have a particular biological purpose. But what sort of drugs are contained in a pile of dog turd? When butterflies swarm around this, it is even harder to understand.
An experience I had with a lesser purple emperor at the