From what I could guess one of my sacs, that is their official name now, can hold up to a small bucket. No, I would say medium glass, a bucket is too big. But, enough of that. I have eight sacs, but I found I have four maybe six smaller sacs, that don't seem full or active. So that life currently, me eating sand, thinking about stuff, and throwing up sand goop. (-) Getting up from my nice little devot in the ground I walked over to rock. Im at total lost, like fuck, Im stuck here eating bugs and throwing up all day to make suitable tool. What has my life gone to? This is shitty "Can't something cool happen!" . . . Nothing once agai- The desert floor began to rumble, the sound of sand falling graced my ears. A ear peirce, and gut wrenching scream came a second later. Fuck! I turned around to see a Dune worm -  thats what im calling it okay! Talking to yourself again, stop it! Run you stupid bitch! I turned hard right and began to book-it pumping my sand colored legs with Hercules might. I scanned my surroundings, still focusind on the sound behind me. A big loud *CRUNCH* vibrated behind me, along with sand wave indacating it turned. Shit. SHIT. SHIT! My eyes still darting around saw nothing, only small rocks -- bolders, big bolders that are too far away. If I get to one and climb it will I be safe? How is this thing even tracking me?! Im sand colored! Vibration sense? Shut up! I shoved my elusived thoughts down, they were wasting precious energy used for running. There! I saw a weird rock formation -- it looked pretty much like earthen ribcage of massive dead creature. The shit won't get me there... Did just speed up? I spared a glance behind me, and *FUCK!* Its ass snapping feet away. Channeling all my bug eating might I full throttled my legs, not caring for their cries of pain and weird creeking sounds. Only twenty feet away now "Fuck! Shit! Bitch" I chanted like mantra. fifteen feet! ten feet. I felt the pressure of air being disorged by chomp. I began chanting faster, regaining unknown vigor to run. Five feet, jump! I sprawled my arms out as I hit the rock covered bone. Youch! I mentally yelped as the stone bit into my exposed flesh, leaving small punctures in my flesh. I think some rocks got left in. I began scrambling up. Channeling my inner primate to climb, ignoring the flare of pain in my hands and chest. Which was increased by the rib vibrating from something big hitting it. I’m around ten feet up now. Thinking it was safe enough I glanced down. It was a worm with deep purple shell, and pail-white flesh. A ting of jealous filled my chest. It was directed towards its shell, that look tough, durable… and cool. No! That the worm me speaking. Does worm me have shell fetish or is it correlated to my rock-paste making organ. The worm began to coil into spring shape. . . It’s beginning to launch off! I began climbing faster. Dumb. It screeched again. You idiot, stop getting lost in thoughts. I began to climb faster. I shifted my head and in the corner of my eye I saw it. It was nearly thirty feet long, and ten feet wide. And that hunk of flesh and shell was going towards me. I was about twenty five feet up now, but it wasn’t good enough. I began to climb faster, but slow enough to register where it safe to climb. Thirty. Thirty two. Thirty four. Thirty seven. I glanced down, and the worm was now being led by gravity, straight down motherfucka! Stopping the urge to slap my ass in victory I climbed up, till I reached the spine. Safe for now.