Centipede
Centipedes (from Latin prefix centi-, "hundred", and pes, pedis, "foot") are arthropods belonging to the class Chilopoda of the subphylum Myriapoda. They are elongated metameric creatures with one pair of legs per body segment. Despite the name, centipedes can have a varying number of legs, ranging from 30 to 354. Centipedes always have an odd number of pairs of legs. Therefore, no centipede has exactly 100 legs. A key trait uniting this group is a pair of venom claws or forcipules formed from a modified first appendage. Centipedes are predominantly carnivorous.
Their size can range from a few millimetres in the smaller lithobiomorphs and geophilomorphs to about 30 cm (12 in) in the largest scolopendromorphs. Centipedes can be found in a wide variety of environments. They normally have a drab coloration combining shades of brown and red. Cavernicolous (cave-dwelling) and subterranean species may lack pigmentation, and many tropical scolopendromorphs have bright aposematic colours.
Podcasts:
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by Leatherface
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by Creeper Lagoon
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by Langhorne Slim
Soundbites
by: LeatherfaceSuper furry dromedary and eyes the colour of a dark red sky
And the weekend should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye
This is the gilt edge of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stench* of a wretch an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots and soundbites like snowstorms
A vision that does not focus on the weird but rare
And their total despair the crack whore culture
Mindful of nothing it's catchy and touchy and where is the wealth
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of the revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stain* of wretch,an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
And I hope my camel is able to handle all the treacherous journeys home
And I've smelled your sandals and my camels
And yours are truly second to none
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the spilt milk smell of wretch an average cold walk home