It’s that time of year. I live in fear of those things. Just when I think we’re sure we’re staying here . . this happens.
I’ve been going out every night with my black light looking for scorpions and have not found one. Usually by this time, I’m finding 4 – 8 per night.
Last night Vince had just gotten up to go take a shower and I heard the sound . . I knew what it was! A scorpion had fallen from the ceiling and hit the floor. I saw it immediately, jumped up and grabbed a shoe and smacked it. When it was time to go to bed, I was checking the sheets and the pillow cases, and under the edge of the bed. It will be days before I stop looking up at the ceiling and waiting for another one to fall.
Wednesday, we killed on in the kitchen. Two in two days. Not good!
Scorpions may be the one thing that makes me not want to stay here. I’ve been stung twice and would be very glad to not have it happen again!