I’m so pleased someone asked I am literally always desperate to talk about this.
First of all, let’s look at the concept of an evolutionary arms race.
Let’s say you hate this girl in your class, Becky. She’s a bitch. She hates you. You’re probably a bitch too, but mostly fuck Becky.
One day Becky comes in with a gorgeous hair clip. This is bullshit. You get a nicer hairclip. Becky notices and upgrades to a flower crown. You upgrade to a nicer, better flower crown, PLUS dangly earrings. Becky ups her game to a flower crown, earrings and dungarees. You do the same and go for bare feet too. Becky comes in looks like she’s at Coachella. She probably volunteers weaving blankets for orphaned elephants in Kenya. She’s strumming a ukelele.
You do not give up. You will not lose. You will never lose.
You’ll also probably never win, either. Arms races don’t stop. As soon as side A builds something cool, side B builds something to block it or one-up it. The above example is actually awful, but I’m invested in it now so let’s stick with it. A better example would be Man 1 Makes Sword. Man 2 Makes Shield. Man 1 Makes Better Sword. Man 2 Makes Better Shield. Man 1: Two Swords. Man 2: Two Shields.
And so on, and so forth.
And so now we look at the rough-skinned newt.
You are now a rough-skinned newt. Congrats! You’re small, pretty squishy and you make a delicious snack for the local predators. You’re not exactly in a great position to attack back, and you could try running but that can only get you so far. The only logical solution is to make yourself as poisonous as I imagine those £1 Rustlers microwaveable burgers are.
You make tetrodotoxin*, also known as TXX. It’s a nasty chemical. Pufferfish and blue-ringed octopuses make it too, just to give you an idea of what we're dealing with. A snake tries to eat you and dies. If a snake bites you, it’s like ‘what the fuck? This is disgusting’. Snakes start leaving you alone.
Except.
Fortune favours the bold. Do you know why that story isn’t about Becky’s friend Rosanna? Because Rosanna gave up and she fuckin’ died. Nature has zero time for weakness.
At some point, a common garter snake hatched with a mutation that allowed it to eat these toxic newts. The snake did very well. The snake bred, and soon every snake could eat the newts, and the newts said ‘bollocks’.
So the newts got more toxic.
And the snakes got more resistant.
And the newts got more toxic.
And the snakes got more resistant.
And the newts got more toxic.
And the snakes got more resistant.
Just how bad is TXX? Well, Wiki says:
“TTX is extremely toxic. The Material Safety Data Sheet for TTX lists the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice as 334 μg per kg. For comparison, the oral LD50 of potassium cyanide for mice is 8.5 mg per kg, demonstrating that even orally, TTX is more poisonous than cyanide.”
(LD50 is how much toxin it would take to kill half of a sample of mice. I know. Scientists are mean. Also, 334 μg is 0.334mg, just to hammer home that TXX is nasty shit.)
It would take a little over half a milligram a 75kg person.
Some of these newts have 15 fucking milligrams.
There are newts poisonous enough to kill 30 people, and there are snakes who eat them. Interestingly, the snakes seem to be winning right now, as apparently some garter snakes can survive up to 100mg of TXX which makes snakes a) completely fucking insane and b) better than you in every way.
* It’s worth a quick note that when I refer to evolutionary ‘choices’ like this, I’m not talking about choices at all. It’s not like one newt went ‘aww fuck, I’m gonna die’ and started pumping out sweet TXX. It’s just that the newts that happened to make that were the ones more likely to live, breed and pass their poison-making genes on.











