Yesterday I came home for lunch to meet Dave in the kitchen with a cocktail glass in his hand saying, "You won't believe what I found on the floor this morning."
Seeing a cocktail glass in his hand I thought, "A glass? Really? You found a glass on the floor? That's pretty strange. No matter how drunk either of us might get the night before, we don't just leave glasses sitting on the floor."
It was then that I saw what was in the glass.
A...Dead...Scorpion.
Really. A small, dead scorpion. A scorpion that was in...our...house.
What the hell? Snakes, rabbits, coyotes--I can work my way to handling these things because I love this house, neighborhood, neighbors, and location.
But, scorpions in my house I most certainly cannot handle.
L.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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If I found a scorpion in my house it would be no big deal. But there? That's crazy!
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