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 