Upon getting home from work at seven-thirty last night, I reached for the knob on the door from the garage to the house. To my surprise a nice big, 3 inch plus tail, scorpion was sitting on the wall at the door frame, eye level.
Now my arms were full of other things including a new 44 oz. drink and I thoughtfully screamed thinking help would arrive. None did. I freed one arm.
Spying a clear plastic bottle of water on the floor, I picked it up and pinned the bug under the bottle bottom. So the water bottle was then perpendicular to the wall and it being clear I could see the scorpion squirm but the ridges prevented a kill.
I felt like I was playing that twister game as I reached under me for a flat surface to set the drink held in the other arm. It balanced on the window well of the car. Meanwhile my screaming and foot kicking to the door brought no help. I reach under me again and twist the handle, the door opens an inch and I yell for help again.
Finally help arrives and we can't think of a plan but he leaves and returns with a kitchen basket woven hot pot holder??? No, that won't do, I tell him and he leaves again returning with a 15 inch kitchen knife. My eyes got bigger as I wondered what the plan is.
I see the blade flash and go through the bottle but the water spray surprises me and I scream again dropping everything. Now, is he dead or has he run away to fight another day?
A flashlight locates him, my shoe strikes a final blow whether he needed it or not.
You might think I overreact when I come upon these ugly, prehistoric looking, pain causing arthropods. That's a badge I don't mind wearing.
COUNT WITH JANE________ I count the days without a visit to the casino and share my gambling history.
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