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!
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.



