I was surveying the goings on of Flatland below, and encountered these lines. It could have been one line folded in on itself or, more likely, two lines cooperating with each other. Whatever it was, it must have been hungry. I knew it could sense my presence, through gravitation or other invisible forces. It seemed to be concentrating on me, totally ignoring the thin, wild line that was scurrying across its maw.
I see the scurrying in the hasty blobby nature of the intruder. As if it has to gather itself and then stretch as it progresses.
inch wormy
Yes, exactly!