My tiny dancer suddenly gave me jazz hands.

My tiny dancer suddenly gave me jazz hands.
I'm sorry if this makes you barf. I can't think of any sane reason to write about roaches (on purpose) UNLESS it's a treatise asking God why they're here in abundance. With superpowers. Making everyone cringe. I mean, seriously. Want world peace? Throw a bunch of flying roaches in a small room at the UN. …