You know insanity when see you see it.
No scent betrays it. No one's hands start aching in the afternoon because a big storm of crazy is a-buildin' on the horizon. Insanity walks in the room without warning, screams, "There is no spoon" and stabs you with a crab fork.
The following are a number of facial expressions that blatantly show the instability brewing beneath. They are Insanity Wolf moments in sports, and they bring crazy to the table like a potluck dinner dish.
These people can be quite normal—that is, until the crazy takes hold and the look in their eyes says, "I will feast upon your children's children."
This is a ode to those faces. Those insane, wolfish faces.