Dec 062013
 

The Last Eukaryote Common Ancestor–affectionately known to cellular evolution geeks as “LECA“– was almost certainly a predator.  Later in the history of the lineage, certain eukaryotes would form permanent symbiotic alliances with photosynthetic bacteria, and once that occurred, some lucky cells could just bask in the sunshine, drawing energy from light with the help of their chloroplasts. Until that happy day, however, all nucleated cells survived by using a bizarre trick that LECA must have known: the ability to ingest other cells by phagocytosis (literally, “cell-devouring”).

Another thing about LECA and its descendents is that, thanks largely to the mitochondria which give them a fairly generous energy budget, eukaryotes of all kinds have a real genius for evolving new and outlandish bodily structures. Unlike the prokaryotes, bacteria and archaea, which tend to have rather unimaginative body shapes, energy-rich eukaryotic cells have developed a huge (and hugely entertaining) diversity of organs, appendages and specialized equipment.

So, in the eukaryotes we have a population of ravenous cell-eating cells that also have a talent for morphological innovation. Clearly, this has the makings of an arms race, as prey and predator (and most eukaryotes are both!) hurry to develop new instruments for attack and self-defense. This race  is one of the likely drivers of their exceptional somatic diversity. There are other evolutionary drivers of eukaryote complexity–including some not directly tied to adaptive pressures–but the need to avoid being devoured  is certainly an important one.

There are many ways to avoid being eaten. One of the simplest strategies is to be too big to swallow. However, there is a cost to that.  Big bodies are expensive: they require a lot of energy to keep going, which means the organism has to gather more food.  But what if you can be big without having to maintain a large mass of living tissue?

One way to accomplish that is to congregate with others of your kind in close-knit (even clonal) colonies, as many flagellates do.  Take, for example, the planktonic heterokont Synura, which usually lives in big, rolling spherical clusters made up of many cells. If you want to eat a single Synura, you will need to be big enough to eat the whole sphere.

Obviously, there are plenty of creatures big enough to consume a whole colony (I’ve seen Stentor pyriformis gobbling Synura like popcorn balls); but the strategy of colonial aggregation does take some of the smaller predators out of the game.

There are a few downsides to colonial living (decreased freedom of movement, for one); but the tradeoffs can be acceptable, especially for those protists whose way of life doesn’t require much personal mobility. Not surprisingly, photosynthetic organisms, which don’t have to chase their dinner around, often live in colonies.  In the microworld, familiar examples are the filamentous green algae, or the great spherical death stars we call Volvox (which are not only colonial, but actually have some cellular specialization, like plants and animals).

Volvox by R. Wagner

Volvox aureus. Image by R. Wagner. Click on the picture to see more Volvox on Dr. Wagner’s site.

Another good survival strategy is to borrow “bigness” from your surroundings.  Mix yourself in with a pile of debris, or crawl into a hole in the mud, and your enemies will be unable to get their mouths around you.  In short: take shelter.  It is the same plan, here, whether you are a protist, a beetle, or a juicy human surrounded by bearsharks: position yourself inside something bigger, pricklier and tougher than your own delicious body, and you might survive.

One major disadvantage of opportunistic shelter-seeking, as practised by cautious organisms of all sizes, is that your fortress isn’t always located close to your preferred food source; and if you leave it to go foraging, you risk becoming a food source yourself. One good solution is to build (or secrete) your own shelter in an optimal location. This approach, often combined with the strategy of colonial living, has given rise to an amazing array of ingenious shells, houses, tube dwellings and domestic mucous piles which protists have created for their own protection. In my next couple of posts, I will look at some examples of protistan architectural achievements.

Nov 222013
 

Stewart Brand usually gets credit for the quote, but apparently it was Craig Venter who said it: “If you don’t like bacteria, you’re on the wrong planet.  This is the planet of the bacteria.”

Actually, the second part of that, the play on Planet of the Apes, was probably lifted from the title of an article by Stephen Jay Gould, included in his book Full House.  When I was asked to review the book, eighteen years ago, one passage blew a hole in my world view: “We live now in the ‘Age of Bacteria.’ Our planet has always been in the ‘Age of Bacteria,’ ever since the first fossils—bacteria, of course—were entombed in rocks more than 3 billion years ago.”

It’s funny that it was Stephen Jay Gould who steered me away from my zoocentricity, because the preeminent explainer of evolutionary biology rarely had much to say about microbes. Pulling one of his books off the shelf and scanning for organism names in the index, I see: ammonites, aphid, angler fish, Archaopteryx, asses, Australopithecus–ah, there’s “bacteria,” with two brief entries–and then, bees, birds, Blatella germanica (a cockroach), blue-footed boobies, boobies again, then brown boobies, brown hyenas, coelecanths….and so it continues until we get to Eschirichia coli, and much later, two entries for “prokaryotes.”  That’s it for microbiology in that book (Hen’s Teeth and Horse’s Toes).

Protists don’t rate a single mention. And it is much the same story in Gould’s other works.  Even his desk-bending opus ultimum, The Structure of Evolutionary Theory, mentions “protistans” just a handful of times, mostly in connection with the observation that gradualism will govern the rate of evolutionary change in “asexual” organisms.  (Most protists are as sexy as can be, but let’s leave that aside, for now).

I didn’t bring this up to bash Gould.  He wrote mainly for a general readership, and microbiology wasn’t his thing anyway. But perhaps it reveals something that, as late as 2002,  it was possible to write a 1,400 page treatise on evolutionary theory in which the only source cited on “protistans” is D’Arcy Thompson’s On Growth and Form, published in 1917. And I’m not sure that Gould’s zoocentrism is all that unusual in his field.  Certainly, Lynn Margulis (enthusiastically wrong about some things, but the best friend a microbe ever had) often complained loudly about the dominance of “zoologists who today call themselves ‘evolutionary biologists’.” (Acquiring Genomes, 26) Last year, there was an international congress on evolutionary biology in the big city down the road from my village. Scanning the program, I noticed that most of the talks were centred around macroorganisms of one kind or another (tigers, termites, toadstools, and tumtum trees). A friend who teaches evolutionary biology at CUNY was in town for the event. “Don’t worry,” he teased me, “there’s bound to be one or two people giving talks about the weird stuff!”

As my friend knows quite well, here on the “Planet of the Bacteria,” the “weird stuff” is really creatures like us: great, shambling, genetically-coordinated quasi-colonies, lurching around with more than 37 trillion specialized cells inside them (and hosting perhaps ten times that number of hitchhiker microbes).   The protists seem almost normal, by comparison, though even they are evolutionary oddballs.  All of us eukaryotes are weird, but, some of us are weirder than others.  While plants, fungi and animals make up only a few remote twigs at one end of the eukaryote lineage, the long sideways-projecting stalk on which they sit– comprising what is sometimes called (though I can hardly say it without snickering) “Empire Eukaryota”– is made up mainly of (royal fanfare, please) “Kingdom Protista.”

Needless to say, the natural history of eukaryota was mostly written by protists, and by all rights the study of them ought to be central to evolutionary theory.   Bear in mind that if the original ancestral eukaryote were to emerge from some magic time capsule and land in the petri dish of a modern biologist, it would almost certainly be classified as a protist.   And, if you look closely enough at some of our 37 trillion cells, our kinship with them is hard to miss.  Our lungs and fallopian tubes have genuine cilia that beat just like those of the ciliated protozoa.  Our sperm have flagella (really just another kind of cilium), no different, structurally, from those that power any flagellated protist.  Our bodily fluids are patrolled by ravenous amoeboids that roam around, engulfing bacteria and other other invaders.    Out here in the “Empire” of nucleated cells, protists are us.