Olga Novikova
@inteins.bsky.social
Microbiologist & Evolutionary Biologist; self-taught Bioinformatician; Assistant Professor at SUNY Buffalo State Univeristy, Buffalo, NY
Reposted by Olga Novikova
The two toxins—cytolethal distending toxin B (cdtB) and apoptosis inducing protein of 56kDa (aip56)—are implicated in a defensive endosymbiosis in aphids. Our lab found HGT of these genes to insects in multiple orders, where they function in anti-parasitoid defense (2/n): tinyurl.com/m9mufn9a
Evolution of insect innate immunity through domestication of bacterial toxins | PNAS
Toxin cargo genes are often horizontally transferred by phages between bacterial species
and are known to play an important role in the evolution o...
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December 20, 2024 at 5:58 PM
The two toxins—cytolethal distending toxin B (cdtB) and apoptosis inducing protein of 56kDa (aip56)—are implicated in a defensive endosymbiosis in aphids. Our lab found HGT of these genes to insects in multiple orders, where they function in anti-parasitoid defense (2/n): tinyurl.com/m9mufn9a
In desert, withered and burned,
On ground that is dry and sultry,
Anchar, alone in the world,
Stands like an awful, silent sentry.
The nature of the thirsty land,
Has borne him on the day of terror,
And flesh of roots and boughs, dead,
Was filled with venom blood forever.
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On ground that is dry and sultry,
Anchar, alone in the world,
Stands like an awful, silent sentry.
The nature of the thirsty land,
Has borne him on the day of terror,
And flesh of roots and boughs, dead,
Was filled with venom blood forever.
shorturl.at/cBoGW
Alexander Pushkin. Anchar. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver
In desert, withered and burned, On ground that is dry and sultry, Anchar, alone in the world, Stands like an awful, silent sentry. The nature of the thirsty land, Has borne him on the day of terror, A...
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May 23, 2024 at 6:35 PM
In desert, withered and burned,
On ground that is dry and sultry,
Anchar, alone in the world,
Stands like an awful, silent sentry.
The nature of the thirsty land,
Has borne him on the day of terror,
And flesh of roots and boughs, dead,
Was filled with venom blood forever.
shorturl.at/cBoGW
On ground that is dry and sultry,
Anchar, alone in the world,
Stands like an awful, silent sentry.
The nature of the thirsty land,
Has borne him on the day of terror,
And flesh of roots and boughs, dead,
Was filled with venom blood forever.
shorturl.at/cBoGW