Fuzzy Wuzzy

When you pick it up, it tends to bunch together, no longer the elegant creature that was hurrying across the concrete. It can still scurry, though, around and around on my hand while I was trying to get a portrait. I've never seen one's face before--angular sci-fi fellow, isn't he? Plus it tickles--all those feet! In case you're wondering, I don't know what it turns into.