Scorpion #4, 2006

Ewwwww. I just learned that if you smash a scorpion and then sort of regret it because he was outside on your patio and not even in your house, even though the patio sort of counts as another room, and then in a sad attempt at saving grace you get a plastic tub to save the body because you remember that your friend Megan once asked you to save her a dead scorpion, and then you put the tub on the dining table and forget about it for many days until you want to photograph it for your blog and so you open up the tub again, that it smells just as bad as any dead mammal (only smaller). Who knew?!