Scorpion #3 2011, in Absentia

No photo of #3; just this note to record the event for all posterity. In bed last night, with a cold pack on my hot feet, I felt something whispery on my ankle and somehow I knew, in the way that one knows such things, that I wanted to get up very quickly. I did, and there was a rather large scorpion running away from where my ankle had been.

Did he fall from the loft above, or had he been inside the dish towel I'd taken from the drawer to wrap around the cold pack? Only the Scorpion knows . . .

I do feel this supports my argument that they don't sting just for the hell of it, just because one's ankle or whatever is there. It was just using my ankle to walk on, and the ankle was not threatening it, so no sting.

Scorpion #1, 2011 (and #2 in Absentia)

From May 2 in the bathroom. A few days later another showed up in the same place; one of its pincer arms was dragging behind it, poor thing. I took it out outside without making it suffer through a photo shoot.

Scorpions 2010: #1

Found around 11 p.m. on May 7, Friday, on the little rug by Hugh's side of the bed.

Scorpion #6 of 2009

I found this poor little thing struggling mightily in a spiderweb (which also had much dog & cat hair in it) in the bedroom this past Sunday night. He lives out by the wellhouse now. There is no doubt that the spider had lots of other food at hand.


Tailful of dog/cat hair


Are those really its eyes?? Why, yes! We know that they are its Median eyes, thanks to this groovy website!

The Scorpions are Back: #2 of 2009

I'm just happy they are not brown recluses, frankly. This one was in the bathroom right beside my head the other night; Hugh kindly came running with the SCARP container as soon as I yelled. He mentioned that he'd come across one recently, too, making this one #2 of 2009.

Scorpions 2 & 3, 2008

Scorpion #3 I found just after I came back from England. I had picked up the dish that we keep at the back of the stove that I put onions in and was cleaning it of old dried onion skins, and there beneath one bit of skin was this dead, junior scorpion. I saved its body. Very interesting to be able to look at it up close at leisure.


The backside


The underneath

Scorpion #2 I have no photo of, and he wouldn't normally be included in the count, as he was outside; but he IS included in the count because he almost fell onto my head when I opened the door to the shed on July 4th. They count if they come into such close range, even if it's outside.

It's a lesser scorpion year. Not that I am complaining—but you know, I'd rather have the scorpions than the brown recluses.

Brown Recluse In The Biscuit Bowl!

Or, A Saturday Morning Adventure

The day began with excitement when, after deciding to make biscuits to take to Jack's ranch- and barnwarming, I opened the baking drawer to pull out a bowl and found a brown recluse therein. A big one. She's currently in the SCARP container in the kitchen sink, waiting for one of us to get dressed and take her down the hill to the wilderness below to be set free.


A poor photo but the only one which shows one of its identifying features: its three pairs of eyes