Thursday night, not ten minutes after we had gotten into bed I felt something fluff my hair. I thought it was the air conditioner blowing on me.
It was not.
I brushed my hair out of my eyes and felt something skitter across my fingers and then NAIL me.
I jumped out of bed and screamed. I probably took two steps when I realized it had to be a scorpion. It burned! And then it felt like someone had smashed my little finger with a ten pound hammer.
I turned on the lights and Greg was still in bed. Smart guy. He didn't know where this scorpion was and he didn't want to take a chance of moving in its direction in the dark.
We found that miscreant from hell and made a good scorpion out of it. (read: mincemeat)
Meanwhile my finger is throbbing like you wouldn't believe. I am cussing a blue streak with words even the crudest longshoremen won't utter. If you know me, you know I rarely cuss. I don't cuss on the blog, on email, or in person unless an expletive is the only option.
But that night, I cursed that scorpion from here to Underverse. This is WAR, scorpi. You messed with the wrong woman.
The sad part is...I had a warning. Iko, aka, the Scorpion King was sniffing at a bedside table. He was telling me something was not right, but I scolded him and told him to go to bed. So he did. And I did. Big mistake!
We stayed up for hours. Neither of us anxious to go back to bed. Greg checked every room with an ultraviolet flashlight, (scorpions glow in ultraviolet) while I hopped around on one foot, still cursing that scorpion. The pain was intense! The only thing that helped was numbing it with an ice cube.
It is hard to believe how one tiny prick from a scorpion could inflict that much pain. Bee and wasp stings don't even come close and they don't last as long either. Here it is Friday night when I'm writing this and my finger is still tingling.
I learned two things that night. #1: I discovered I have a very rich vocabulary of curse words. (Who knew?) And #2: Never, EVER dismiss Iko's nose again. He knew it was there. He tried to save me and I ignored him at my own peril.
I'm thinking about hosting Bite Week at the Zannini Homestead. In three days, I've tangled with a scorpion, I came across a giant black widow spider in my garden shed (notice the red hourglass on her abdomen), and a copperhead snake slithered past me as I traipsed to the front yard.
No photo op for the snake. He was too fast. The scorpion shown here is an earlier casualty of war. I was in no mood to take photos of the one that nearly murdalized me.
Never a dull moment. What's your worst Bite Week moment? Please share. I don't want to feel all alone.
Please send sympathy karma. My pinky still hurts. :(
PS Don't forget the contest.
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