Mistaken for flakes, fond of the ditch and swale. If the insects come out in numbers, I'll consume in numbers. Notice the white warts? The flat warts? If it happens to find me, it'll spit me out within minutes. It'll be the one coughing convulsively as it struggles to breathe for the next 15. I'll fill your body up with so much dirt you'll wish I only covered you in it. You'll be the vanishing act, not me.