Well, some of the people at our house seem to have a thing for scorpions and we have plenty of them around should we want to play with them or even cook them and eat them. In fact they are so common that I don't even jump when I turn on the bathroom light at night AFTER I am already in there and find a scorpion on the floor not two feet from my own two feet. I simply look for the nearest weapon...in this case the spine of a very thick book, Uncle John's Curiously Compelling Bathroom Reader.( It's a good read. I learned that Michael Jordan is afraid of swimming. It's loaded with lots of other interesting stuff like that, including: more than 90% of Egypt is desert. Betcha didn't know that?!) Then I say a quick good-bye and whack it so hard that it's outer shell separated from whatever was on the inside. They are very resilient, so a light tap is completely out of the question.
Another scorpion encounter...also in the dark:
The other night I came into the dark kitchen and saw a lone cereal bowl sitting on the counter. I peer inside, a little surprised to see a scorpion crawling around in there. I didn't feel entirely comfy with this, so I stuck it in the freezer. Apparently, they don't like the cold. I guess that's why you don't find scorpions in Minnesota.
Jon-Erik, likes them the most and will gladly take you scorpion hunting if you happen to be at our house after dark. All you need is a black light, a pair of tongs or tweezers and something to put them in:
I, personally, would never do this!
No Way!
The next thing that they did was cook and eat them. (You can find out how to do this on the internet, if you want to try this before scorpion season comes to a close) Barbeque sauce was the seasoning of choice. I DO like BBQ sauce, but not even that would entice me...but Adam was game...
It seemed like a good idea earlier.
It seemed like a good idea earlier.
He gave it a two thumbs up or maybe that's a, "I'm o.k., Mom." but I think one was probably enough. I did not hear him ask for seconds.
