They say that madness runs in my family. But I would disagree. I would more likely say that my family, in its history, has been plagued by a series of grievously unfortunate events that took their tolls on the minds of my great-grandfather, my grandmother, and most recently, my father. It simply wasn’t within our control. They say it was due to a drunken accident that he was found in his mansion, dead, lying in a glass tank along with five fat-tailed scorpions. “They’re full of goodness and sweet dreams and chitin!” They say that madness runs in my family. But I would disagree.