We are not all Neanderthal: this is how science proceeds

January 30, 2016 • 10:15 am

by Matthew Cobb

You may recall that back in October we reported the amazing discovery that, as I put it in the headline, “Neanderthal genes are everywhere“. Up until then, it had been thought that only those human populations outside of Africa carried Neanderthal genes, as a consequence of our ancestors having mated with our Neanderthal cousins—mainly in Europe and the Middle East. People from sub-Saharan Africa, it was thought, did not carry those genes, because their ancestors did not leave Africa, and so didn’t meet the Neanderthals (whose ancestors had left Africa several hundred thousand years earlier).

What happened in October was that a group of researchers from around the world, led by Gallego Llorente of Cambridge University, studied the DNA of Mota, an Ethopian man who lived around 4,500 years ago. They found that he carried an unexpectedly high proportion of DNA from European populations, including DNA that had originally come from Neanderthals over 30,000 years earlier (Neanderthals went extinct around 35,000 years ago). The really exciting bit came next. As I wrote:

When they compared Mota’s DNA with those of modern African populations, they found that the European sequences he carried were also present deep in the continent, even amongst the Pygmies of the Congo. Even ‘reference’ African genomes, such as those from the Yoruba and Mtubi peoples, which were thought not to have been affected by interbreeding with Europeans, turned out to have around 6% of their DNA from European DNA, like Mota. (…)

The final novelty came when the researchers looked at Neanderthal DNA. Mota carried that DNA, just like me, because his ancestors had mated with Neanderthals tens of thousands of years earlier.

And it turned out that some of those Neanderthal sequences could also now be detected in African populations, too. They were very dilute – around 0.5% – but they were clearly there. They do not indicate that there were Neanderthals in Africa, but rather that when the offspring of Mota and others carrying migratory European sequences spread their DNA into Africa, they also spread small amounts of Neanderthal DNA, too.

This was amazing, and I excitedly changed the lecture I gave to my first-year students the next day. I’ve since explained in various public lectures that we all carry Neanderthal DNA, including those of Afro-Caribbean origin.

Now it turns out not to be true.

The authors have published an erratum notice to explain the error, along with updated versions of the figures and tables. If you want the technical explanation, here it is:

A script necessary to convert the input produced by samtools v0.1.19 to be compatible with PLINK was not run when merging the ancient genome, Mota, with the contemporary populations SNP panel, leading to homozygote positions to the human reference genome being dropped as ‘missing data’

What this means is that they forgot to run a particular computer programme (‘script’) that would harmonise  the outputs of two different programmes used to do the analyses of Mota and of modern sub-Saharan populations. When they did so, much of their effect disappeared.

As Ewan Callaway explains, the error came to light when two researchers, Pontus Skoglund and David Reich, tried to replicate the finding, doing their own analysis of the Mota genome. They failed, and alerted the original authors, who soon worked out their mistake. In an exemplary act of clarification, they let everyone know their error and have corrected their data.

The conclusion is that although there was migration back into Africa (what is delightfully called ‘back-flow’), this was less extensive in geographical terms than the authors claimed. The European genes carried by Mota did not flood all the way back down to Africa, and Modern sub-Saharan populations do not have unexpectedly high levels of European, and therefore Neanderthal, DNA. We are not all Neanderthals.

These two figures show the difference in the analyses. The first is from the October 2015 article, the second, corrected, version is from the Erratum:

Map showing the proportion of West Eurasian component, λMota,LBK, across the African continent. (Gallego Lllorente et al. 2015). THESE DATA ARE ERRONEOUS – COMPARE WITH THE FIGURE BELOW

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The lessons of this are multiple. Above all, hats off to Llorente et al, the original researchers, for making their data openly available, so that quizzical scientists like Skoglund and Reich could explore what they thought to be an unlikely result. And then even more kudos for publishing their correction so quickly. This is how science works – if something seems weird, and it is incorrect, it should get corrected by science’s inherent questioning, based on experimentation.

There is another lesson, too. A lot of modern research is based on complex analyses that can be difficult for those outside of the research group involved to understand. A lot is therefore taken on trust; had the result not been unusual, the mistake might never have been discovered. I have experienced a similar problem when some exciting results we had found eventually turned out to be an artifact, produced by an error in a computer script. Although the work has not been published, so we did not need to retract, we probably wasted about 18 months getting excited about something that turned out not to be there. . .

Finally – what about my students? I told them about the Mota paper, and how they all had Neanderthal genes, even those of Afro-Caribbean origin. I’m going to change the lecture for next year, obviously, but my students – many of whom will not take another course in human evolution – may never discover that what I told them was wrong. And what about next year’s students? Do I tell them the whole story as an example of how science proceeds? If so, I know from bitter experience that for a sizeable number of them, the thing that will stick in their memory will be the wrong result, not the scientific lesson. I think I’ll keep quiet in the lecture, but post links to this and the original post. I’ll also edit the original post, with a pointer to this correction.

Caturday felid trifecta: a new way to recognize escaped moggies, cats freaked out at the vet’s; must-have cat accessory for your cat

January 30, 2016 • 8:45 am

When I had a cat, it was a trauma for both of us to go to the vet’s: the cat was freaked out at the carrier, car ride, and strange place where he’d get shots, and I was upset because my cat Teddy didn’t know I was trying to help him.

From Earthporm.com we have “17 Cats Desperately Trying to Hide From and Escape the Vet.” It’s sad and funny at the same time: here are a few of the photos, but go see all of them. If you have cat-at-vet stories, post them in the comments.

First-timer; doesn’t know the drill:

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Photo Credit: kshey

A cat with more experience:

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Photo credit: CoCobeware
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Photo Credit: Ex_Digg_User

Notice ears flattened for maximum camouflage:

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Photo Credit: kcufuoytoga

This cat knows how to hide!

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Photo credit: LolaSan

This one’s titled “Cat wouldn’t come out of crate so owner took it apart. . . that didn’t work either.”

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Photo Credit: YoBooMaFoo

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Here’s a unique solution to the problem of house cats that get loose. It was suggested by Matthew Inman, creator of The Oatmeal, and named “The Kitty Convict Project.” As Inman notes on the page, 7 million pets go missing every year. Of these 26% of dogs get returned home but only 5% of cats. He gives the three reasons why cats are returned so rarely (guess), and suggests a solution:

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It’s a good idea, I think, but first you’d have to educate ALL Americans about what to do when they see a cat with an orange collar! Well, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. . .

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Finally, from pedget.com we have a nice rear-window decal that’s ideal if a) you own a cat and b) have a rear-window wiper (I don’t). You can get the cats in either happy version (shown) or grumpy version (see site), and there’s a decal for the wiper, too. Only ten bucks for both decals!

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h/t: Theo, Taskin, Lauren

Readers’ wildlife photographs

January 30, 2016 • 7:30 am

I’m a bit less neurotic since several readers have rushed into the breach and provided me with a bunch of photos. But of course you’re welcome to send your good snaps any time. Some readers send only one or two photos at a time, so today we’ll feature a grab-bag of pictures that came in ones and twos.

I don’t think we’ve any wild monotreme photos before, but Russell Moran has sent us one taken in his garden. I didn’t know that there are actually four living species of echidna (genera Tachyglossus and Zaglossus); the one below is probably the short-beaked echidnaTachyglossus aculeatus, found all over Australia as well as southern New Guinea and Tasmania.

Remember, monotremes are the only egg-laying mammals, and comprise echidnas and platypuses.

Here’s a photograph of an echidna that was wandering around our courtyard in Canberra, Australia a couple of months ago. A rare monotreme visitor, no less! We watched it snuffling around the garden, presumably searching for ants amongst the plant debris [JAC: echidnas are also called “spiny anteaters”]. It seemed oblivious to us humans excitedly hovering around its foraging soujourn.

Echidnas are fairly common in the wild in south-east coast Australia (I’ve seen them about a dozen times in the bush) but I’ve never found one in my backyard before. We live just across the road from bushland where we often see grey kangaroos, possums, parrots and other great stuff, so no doubt it wandered over. And only 6 km from the city centre!

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Reader Jonathan Wallace from Newcastle upon Tyne sent an unusual-looking bird’s nest. We don’t know what bird made it, so readers are welcome to guess:

I was walking near my home recently when I spotted this nest in a hedge.  One of the nice things about winter is that the dormant state of the vegetation reveals things that are hidden during the summer!  I am not sure what species the nest belongs to: possible candidates are Long-tailed TitAegithalos caudatus, or Eurasian Wren Troglodytes troglodytes both of which make a domed nest.   Wrens usually, but not exclusively, nest in a cavity of some kind while  Long-tailed Tits’ nests tend to be more cylindrical than spherical and are also covered in lichens on the outside, giving a pale grey appearance (but possibly, by winter, mosses used in the construction may have grown through this outer coating to give a green appearance?).  So there are grounds to doubt either of these species and I’m open to suggestions as to what species made this nest.  It is interesting to note that there is apparently fresh guano beneath the nest entrance which suggests the nest may be currently being used as a night-time roosting site by something – though not necessarily the bird (or species) which made the nest.

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I’m not sure whether this is the first robin of Spring in Montreal, though one has already been sighted by reader Taskin in Winnipeg. This one comes from Anne-Marie Cournoyer:

American RobinTurdus migratorius:

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Reader Ed Suominen sent a medley in purple and gold:

In response to your plea for wildlife photos, here is one of my favorites. Although I have done a lot of nature photography (posted on Flickr), it is nearly all of flora and landscapes with a few bugs and turkeys thrown in. Trees sit still while you take pictures of them. I understand this isn’t a bee, but some sort of pollinating fly.
It does seem to have only two wings; do any readers know this insect?

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And Diana MacPherson sent three photos of birds:

Female House Finch (Carpodacus mexicanus):

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Male House Finch (Carpodacus mexicanus) on rain gauge — I like his cute spotty bum!
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Slate-Coloured Dark-eyed Junco (Junco hyemalis) — this is the slate-coloured form, which is much lighter than the black one (obviously). Nice to see the colour variation.
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Saturday: Hili dialogue

January 30, 2016 • 6:15 am

A week from this evening I’ll be heading to Old Blighty, and posting will be very light for a week thereafter, though not entirely absent.  This presumes that the planes will in fact be flying, but the ten-day weather predication shows a possibility of snow showers on the day I leave. On this day in 1649, King Charles I of England was executed by Oliver Cromwell and his minions; and on this same day in 1661, the body of Cromwell, who died of an infection in 1658, was exhumed and “ritually executed”: his corpse being hanged and beheaded. (I had no idea this was done, but Wikipedia gives a long list of people who were executed posthumously.) On this day in 1933, Hitler was sworn in as German chancellor, and in 1971, Carole King’s Tapestry was released, becoming one of the best-selling albums of all time (and, as you’ll see below, there was a cat on the cover).  On this day in 1882, Franklin D. Roosevelt was born, as was Vanessa Redgrave in 1937 and Dick Cheney in 1941. Orville Wright died on this day in 1948, and Coretta Scott King in 2006.  Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili’s being a smartass again, and stealing the title of Bill Nye’s book:

A: What intelligence do cats actually have?
Hili: Undeniable.
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In Polish
Ja: Jaka jest właściwie inteligencja kotów?
Hili: Niezaprzeczalna.
As lagniappe, we have reader Taskin’s cat, Gus (who lost much of his ears to frostbite as a stray), pretending he’s a polar bear. Isn’t he cute?
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And, if you’re either young or forgetful, here’s the cover of Carole King’s Tapestry:
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Breakfast in bed

January 29, 2016 • 2:30 pm

It’s time for end-of-the-week squee. This Japanese video of a carrot-nomming hamster comes with the translated title, “Mike’s favorite food is carrot.” I believe it! Matthew sent me a link to this video a while back.

Speaking of anthropomorphizing animals, this Guardian article will show you how low the Internet has fallen.

Snapping shrimp and handstanding skunks

January 29, 2016 • 1:30 pm

I have well over a thousand draft posts in a 51-page list on this site’s dashboard, and most of those posts will never appear, moving ever father back in the unrecovered past. But sometimes I go back a bit to see if I’ve forgotten anything cool. Today, on page 3, I found three nice animal videos, two of them showing the famous snapping shrimps that kill their prey by stunning them with pressure waves. The first two videos are self-explanatory, but Wikipedia tells us a bit more:

The snapping shrimp [also called a “pistol shrimp”] competes with much larger animals such as the sperm whale and beluga whale for the title of loudest animal in the sea. The animal snaps a specialized claw shut to create a cavitation bubble that generates acoustic pressures of up to 80 kPa at a distance of 4 cm from the claw. As it extends out from the claw, the bubble reaches speeds of 60 miles per hour (97 km/h) and releases a sound reaching 218 decibels. The pressure is strong enough to kill small fish. It corresponds to a zero to peak pressure level of 218 decibels relative to one micropascal (dB re 1 μPa), equivalent to a zero to peak source level of 190 dB re 1 μPa at the standard reference distance of 1 m. Au and Banks measured peak to peak source levels between 185 and 190 dB re 1 μPa at 1 m, depending on the size of the claw. Similar values are reported by Ferguson and Cleary. The duration of the click is less than 1 millisecond.

And another:

The snap can also produce sonoluminescence from the collapsing cavitation bubble. As it collapses, the cavitation bubble reaches temperatures of over 5,000 K (4,700 °C). In comparison, the surface temperature of the sun is estimated to be around 5,800 K (5,500 °C). The light is of lower intensity than the light produced by typical sonoluminescence and is not visible to the naked eye. It is most likely a by-product of the shock wave with no biological significance. However, it was the first known instance of an animal producing light by this effect. It has subsequently been discovered that another group of crustaceans, the mantis shrimp, contains species whose club-like forelimbs can strike so quickly and with such force as to induce sonoluminescent cavitation bubbles upon impact.

Although I had a striped skunk for about six years, these spotted skunks (this species is probably the western spotted skunk, Spilogale gracilis) have a unique behavior. I can’t think of another mammal that stands on its forepaws (of course some captious reader will name one), although plenty of species, like meerkats and bears, stand on their hind legs. Ignore the stupid breakdancing in this video and look at that skunk!

h/t: Michael

The death of LaVoy Finicum

January 29, 2016 • 12:30 pm

Via The Atlantic, we have the story and video of the death of LaVoy Finicum, a member of the Bundy Gang who was killed by police at a roadblock on Tuesday. The FBI has released the 26-minute film of the incident:

The Atlantic’s description is accurate:

But a white truck, driven by Finicum, kept going, then stopped further down the road. Police approached and gave commands to the passengers. Ryan Payne left the truck. Then the driver took off at high speed, headed down the deserted road.

But there was a roadblock ahead. As Finicum neared the roadblock, made up of three trucks, he veered left, trying to get around them, but his truck lodged in a snowdrift. (The film shows Finicum nearly hitting an FBI agent.) Once again, police shouted commands to them. Finicum, 55, exited the car almost immediately, with his hands up, and started walking away from the officers. Then he reached for his pocket, at which point a Oregon trooper, from the trees away from the road, shot him.

“On at least two occasions, Finicum reaches his right hand toward a pocket on the left inside portion of his jacket. He did have a loaded 9-millimeter semiautomatic handgun in that pocket,” said Greg Bretzing, the FBI agent in charge of Oregon. Bretzing praised officers for not shooting earlier, when Finicum tried to barrel through.

Finicum goes around the roadblock at 8:16, gets stuck in the snowdrift at 9:17, puts his hands up, and then reaches for his belt, where he had a gun. He’s shot down at 9:34, but only after reaching for his belt.

There’s no sign here that he was killed in cold blood. I don’t think the officers should have waited any longer to shoot him, as if he’d pulled the gun (and he knew how to use one), he could have started killing immediately. They waited a bit before rendering aid to Finicum, which seems callous until you realize that they were worried the other occupants of the truck might have started shooting.

As far as I can see, then, the police acted professionally, not precipitiously. Finicum should have kept his hands up, and he would have lived. But, as he said, he never intended to let them put him in jail.

“Memory of the Camps”: a Holocaust documentary

January 29, 2016 • 11:30 am

If you click on the screenshot below, you’ll go to a newly-revised 58-minute Frontline documentary called “Memory of the Camps,” a film produced by the British and American military film services, and partly directed by Alfred Hitchcock. Narrated by Trevor Howard, it’s a graphic depiction of what the Allied armies found when they liberated several concentration camps. WARNING: The scenes are graphic and can be very disturbing.

The film, intended to enlighten the German public about what their government had been up to, was never shown (read about the film’s history here). The reels languished in the Imperial War Museum in London for years, but were reassembled and shown on Frontline (PBS) in 1985. The previously missing sixth reel, on Auschwitz (beginning 54:30), has been restored in this fairly new version.

I hadn’t seen the whole thing until yesterday (I watched it at lunchtime: not a good idea), but I think everyone who hasn’t seen it should. Howard’s narration is low-key and undramatic, yet the scenes are horrifying. Some day I’ll put up the pictures I took at Auschwitz when I visited Krakow a few years ago. It’s a must-see site for those visiting Poland.

Anyway, click below if you have an hour and won’t be driven away by seeing some of the horrors of the camps.

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Two years ago the New Yorker wrote about the film in a piece by Richard Brody called “Hitchcock and the Holocaust.” I’ll give just one excerpt:

The images of emaciated corpses dragged through the dust, carried on the back, swung and tossed into pits atop other contorted and emaciated corpses, have been pressed into memory by shock and horror—not necessarily these specific images, but possibly others of the many, many hours of documentary images filmed when, after the war, the Allies liberated the camps. What’s preserved in the editing of the film is the astonishment of Allied soldiers upon discovering the camps. Their discovery was also the world’s discovery, and the film conveys the sense of a world out of joint, a total catastrophe that defies comprehension and seems like a sort of ubiquitous madness, even as its careful industrial organization becomes all the clearer.

Yet it may be the very familiarity of such images—no one of which has particular ascension over another—that shifts the emphasis, in “Memory of the Camps,” to two sequences. One presents the response of British medical authorities to the louse infestation that was responsible for the spread of typhus: burning the empty barracks. The flames that consume the wooden structures and rage in the night have a metaphorical power—suggesting both the incineration of millions of corpses, and a sort of divine vengeance against the perpetrators—that raises the images outside the realm of journalism and into a terrifying realm of art. The other, showing the mass graves covered over with earth and marked by placards, evokes, in the barrenness and vastness of the graves, the totality of the Nazi crimes that, somehow, seem to surpass their particular enumeration. In this sequence, “Memory of the Camps” comes closest to fulfilling its title—it becomes a film about memory, akin to Alain Resnais’s “Night and Fog,” in which the images of the victims in the camps already belong to the archive, and the facts of the Holocaust need to be rescued from oblivion.