Imagine a squishy noodle with a whole bunch of tiny, squirmy legs—so many that you can't count them without getting dizzy. It’s like a sausage party, but instead of sizzling on a grill, it crawls around on the ground, and it’s really into munching on leaf bits. It doesn’t bite you unless you really annoy it, but it might roll into a ball like it’s trying to hide from life. Basically, it's like a creepy, crawly centipede that didn’t really get the memo about leg limits.