Chris Wemmer, a distinguished mammalogist and conservation biologist, suggests that it might be interesting to taste an Eleodes beetle (see comment). I don’t think that this would be a good experience. Some years ago, I was doing a study of biodiversity on one of the islands in the Gulf of California. As part of the study, I was trying to count the number and species of Tenebrionid beetles on the island. Because desert animals switch to being nocturnal during the heat of the summer, the beetles were active only at night. I set up a 200 meter transect, and walked along this transect every 30 minutes, counting the number of beetles that I saw and identifying each species. Since it was quite dark at night, I set up the transect between two large Cardon cacti (Pachycereus pringlei) that served as landmarks for me to steer by.
Around midnight I stopped to pick up an Eleodes beetle that I could not identify to species. I inspected the beetle in my flashlight beam, then set it down and watched it scuttle away. During the time I was holding it, the beetle must have sprayed my fingers. I could smell the pungent, almost sweet smell of defensive secretions, but I thought that the beetle had gotten the secretions on its own body, and not on me.
It was a hot July night, and sweat was pouring down my face. Without thinking, I brushed my fingers across my moustache, wiping off the sweat. Suddenly it felt like a sledge hammer hit my sinuses. It was like eating a huge dollop of Japanese wasabi (Eutrema wasabi), the green horse radish-like herb that comes with sushi, but much worse. My eyes started tearing, and liquid was flowing copiously out of my nostrils. I could barely breathe.
After a few minutes, my sinuses settled down, but the worst was still to come. As I tried to walk the transect, I found that I could not steer in a straight line. I could see the Cardon at one end of the transect, and I tried to walk toward it, but I kept drifting off to either the right or the left from the straight line, without being able to control where I was walking. I tried for about half an hour, and finally gave up, sitting down in the dirt with my head in my hands. Two hours later the effect seemed to go away, and I was able to get back to my camp and roll into my sleeping bag. The next morning I was fine.
Having smelled the defensive secretions of a number of different species of Tenebrionids, I can say that not all secretions have that effect. Some merely cause a watering of the eyes and a tanning response in which the skin that has been sprayed turns brown. But some defensive secretions are apparently quite potent. I try to imagine what it would have been like to taste the secretions of that beetle. Somehow, my imagination fails me.
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