Joel's baby scorpion
I heard Joel yell excitedly from down the hall, “Kathryn! I have a #&%*$# scorpion in my underwear drawer! Bring your camera!”
We carried the drawer to the front porch, emptied it of all his boxers, and photographed the one-inch specimen. And then he wanted it released into our front yard. Yes. I think I am getting accustomed to this. To be a Real Ranger, you live and let live. I think. I’m going to take a poll.
What is it about scorpions? Their intimidating claw/tail combo? Their crunchy exoskeleton? The myths and legends that surround them? Whatever it is, they are not exactly welcome in my house. Not even the local one, the mildly-venomous Giant Desert Hairy Scorpion. Or its offspring. I am not arachnophobic, but I honestly don’t care to experience a sting. Joel, on the other hand, thought that would be cool…
Ranger Kathryn's Arches 
It’s that we (ignorantly) associate them with being fatal.
Comment by Becky — March 24, 2010 @ 2:29 am |
so……….. did joe square of mano e mano with the vicious beast?
Comment by john — March 24, 2010 @ 6:23 am |
I don’t know, I still would not want any bugs in my house let alone in my dresser drawers.
Comment by Chris — March 24, 2010 @ 7:21 am |
A scorpion sting interesting? If it was in your underwear? Come on Joel.
Comment by Mom — March 24, 2010 @ 10:05 pm |
Simple – many of us are uncomfortable with arachnids & other bugs because they are icky!
Comment by chrisyoungman — March 25, 2010 @ 7:34 am |
Human beings are the only animals that become confused about food-chain politics. Such behaviors have no (perhaps ‘anti-‘) survival values.
The farther down the food chain the critter, the less ‘morality’ is involved. We do swat mosquitoes and we cheerfully annihilate micro-organisms by the billions.
Even a Buddhist would think twice about hosting a scorpion in his shorts . . .
Comment by LeRoque — March 26, 2010 @ 6:17 am |
Glad I never got any in my underwear! I did get one in my removable pant-legs once, though. I had zipped the legs off my hiking pants and thrown them on the floor. Then on my way out the door, I grabbed them and threw them in my back seat just in case. When we got to our destination, it was chilly so I went to zip the legs back on. I saw something move—– a gambel oak leaf? was my first thought then I was like O-M-G.No. It had legs. I threw the fabric on the pavement, shook it, and out came the occupant. Since I had crossed state lines, I crushed it. I didn’t want to inadvertently introduce an alien species!
Comment by Beth — January 29, 2012 @ 10:24 pm |
Is the moral of the story to shake out EVERYTHING? An involuntary shudder went down my spine upon reading your tale. (I laughed at the last line…)
Comment by Kathryn Burke — January 29, 2012 @ 10:58 pm |