My sister used to say that her teeth wiggled when she looked at certain things. Especially things in nature that have millions of little holes or round things clustered together...or a tarantula carrying all its miniscule hideous young in a cluster on its back. This morning I sent her a picture of the papaya I just cut. (Because I'm her older sister and it is instinctual for me to try and show her things that might upset her.)
So looking at these two pictures I understand the genius who decided to dry papaya.
Fresh? It makes my teeth wiggle.