April 23d, approx 8:30-9 p.m.:
Outside, but right above the front door, a great big fat specimen. I wavered between Kill and Catch-and-Release, and decided to whack him symbolically as the first of the season, but really mostly because I didn't like the thought of him dropping down upon me or dog or cat. So I whacked it, and immediately repented. I shouldn't have done it and I apologize to him or her, and I hope that this does not bode ill for scorpion karma this very wet year (though that's secondary, and not the reason I am apologizing, which is because it was just wrong). Please, not on the bed. Please.