No, I’m not going to talk about anybody’s sexual proclivities.
There was an actual scorpion in our bedroom, about two feet from where I rest my head:
For the average person who dwells below the 49th parallel, this wouldn’t seem particularly unusual. And besides, the thing was tiny-about three-quarters of an inch long. However, this is the first scorpion I’ve seen in real life.
And scorpions are kind of mythic, you know? They’re the stuff of desert adventures and Mortal Kombat. Whenever you see them in pop culture, they’re always vicious, cruel and armed with deadly neurotoxins.
So, it required an inordinate amount of bravery for me to coax this little dude into a cup and take him out back to the garden. I suppose I could have just stepped on him, but that’s probably bad scorpion karma.
UPDATE: I asked a local, and he assured me that these scorpions aren’t dangerous.