The Shivers

I was in the bathroom on Sunday taking care of some business (eh hem -clearing of the throat-) when I noticed a little creature hiding out on the trim around the door. It was a scorpion! AHHHH! I hate scorpions! Give me a dozen spiders over one of those suckers, because they just creep me out. I thought about calling Spencer to rescue me, but he was outside, and I didn’t want that thing to get away. So I took care of it myself. I got out the spray poison and doused that hideous thing. It got pretty ticked off and started doing its awful scorpion-that’s-ticked-off crawl out into the open. If you don’t know what this looks like, it is tail raised and pincers extended like it’s about to give someone a not-so-friendly hug. Anyway, that is when I took action with Spencer’s heaviest shoe. I whacked it as hard as I could using the heel of his shoe. It fell on the ground and stopped moving, but I wasn’t sure. I flipped it upside down with a stick and whacked it again as hard as I could and this time it spray painted the floor a little and the tail/stinger was deposited on the shoe. Only then was I satisfied… almost. I left him there to have Spencer pick him up and throw him away… just in case. It gave me the shivers.

Note: I found another one the next day too. Yuck. Not fun.