Editing Breed (section)

====Larval Stage====
They are described as resembling trilobites, with hundreds of small legs, spines, and long tails equipped with stingers.<ref name="26.3 e2"/><ref name="26.1 e2">The fat man deflated in an instant as a small collection of what looked like trilobites found their way out of his rear end.  Slick with gore, they darted forward a short distance on their hundreds of little legs, then turned our way, bristling with spines.  Tails trailed behind each of them, twice as long as the foot-long creatures, narrow, with stingers on the ends.<br/><br/>I could hear a hissing, but I wasn't sure if it was from the creatures or the way the spines rubbed against one another.<br/><br/>"Oh… god," she said.  She took a step back, with Foil stepping forward, as if to defend her.<br/><br/>"Breed's power," I said.  "They're mostly harmless, for now."<br/><br/>"For now?" Rifle asked.<br/><br/>I watched as they made their way up the side of a building to a corpse that was hung there.  The corpse had been cut into sections, the arms and legs each severed at the joints and reconnected with lengths of chain.  Breed's creatures found their way into the body through the holes in the neck, mouth and rear end.  It jerked a little as they worked bodies the size of footballs into apertures only a fraction of that size, then went still. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/18 Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.1]]</ref> They're resistant to conventional weapons,<ref name="26.1 e1"/> but not totally immune to knives<ref>Imp stepped up just in front of Crucible, impaling the bug on his face with her own knife. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/23 Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.3]]</ref> or [[Weaver]]'s bugs.<ref>I used my swarm to attack the Breed-bugs, but it was slow going.  Twenty bugs with strong mandibles could kill one, but it took a minute, maybe two, before they reached something resembling soft tissue.  - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/23 Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.3]]</ref> Thanks to their small size they can lurk in spots where they can get access to orifices, sites of injury, or corpses. Then burrow inside, wait until the target is still and quiet for an hour or two, ''paralyze'' the target, and emit pheromones to call their fellows to them.<ref name="26.1 e1"/> Their barbed skin makes it difficult for them to be removed.<ref name="10.y e2">  It shoved its face between the legs, into his face and his mouth, and the texture of it was like wet sandpaper on cold, naked skin.<br/><br/>Its head narrowed, a spear or a wedge, and it tried to force its way into his mouth.  Its shell was like scales, oriented so that passage in should be easy, the grit of the sandpaper and the slant of the shells making entry smooth.  To go the opposite way was to have the sandpaper texture scrape and the scales catch. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/12/11 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 10.y II]]</ref> They devour the target from the inside out, molt once or twice as they digest the fats and proteins they ate, then find a new target.<ref name="26.1 e1"/> Their limbs are tipped with sharp claws that can penetrate flesh, cloth, and even spider silk, making them difficult to dislodge. The legs can be retracted into the hard carapace to protect them.<ref name="26.3 e2">"I thought you said they don't go after people!"<br/>"They don't!" I said.  "So long as there's other food sources available."  I kicked at one as it advanced on my right foot.<br/>"There are dozens of bodies here!"<br/>Already infected, I realized.  These parasites were seeking fresh hosts, ones not already occupied by anything.<br/>I caught the ones I could with my own bugs, used thread to haul them free, but there were twenty, and their dozens of legs were sharp, capable of punching through flesh and clothing to maintain a grip.  Difficult to dislodge.<br/>One had landed on my shoulder.  I tried to pull it free and failed, stabbed at the legs with my knife, only for it to fold them into its carapace.  It lashed at the lens of my mask with its spike-tipped tail.  It didn't penetrate, and rolled off my shoulder before I could get a hold on it.<br/>Its legs extended, and it found a grip on my flight pack.  In an instant, it was racing up towards my head again.  It stopped twice, pausing for one second as it transitioned from my flight pack to my costume, then stopping again as it reached the area where the mask and body of my costume overlapped at my neck.  The needle points of its legs were pricking through the fabric of my costume, no doubt as it tried to find a way under.  I got a grip on its tail, but failed to dislodge it.  Too slick.<br/>The others weren't faring a lot better.  Crucible shouted something incoherent as he used both hands to stop a softball sized creature from advancing on his mouth.  Its millipede-like limbs left bloody tracks in his skin as it made excruciating progress towards the orifice.  - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/23/sting-26-3 Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.3]]</ref> They make a hissing noise as they move.<ref name="26.1 e2"/><ref>I could sense Breed's minions make their approach.  In the midst of the banging and screeching, their hissing was almost impossible to make out. - [[Sting 26.3]]</ref> They're usually slick with gore from previous victims.<ref name="26.3 e2"/><ref name="26.1 e2"/>