My DM, when she was in her late eighties, reminded me of the time, when I was a young child, that I was letting a woodlouse crawl across my hand. Suddenly, all these baby woodlice appeared! What a surprise that was!
I was always playing with woodlice and beetles and became very adept at catching grasshoppers! 🦗We also had an Indian stick insect, which laid literally hundreds of eggs. We ran out of people to pass them on to!
What do you think about my situation?
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?



