Last night Claire and I were running out to grab dinner, and I asked her to grab my shoes for me while I finished something else. A moment later she’d run back into the room with my leather sandals I keep near the door in our living room. I don’t usually wear them unless I need to run out onto the rock yard. As she dropped them to the tile, something wiggled under one of them. We’ve had geckos in the house recently (and we always let them live cause they’re cute and eat bugs), so I went to pick up the shoe to show Claire. But when I picked it up instead of a cute little gecko there was a scorpion under my shoe.

Now I’d not seen a scorpion in my house in almost a decade and there he was! Claire shrieked and then immediately calmed down. She had this look like “what the hell is that thing?” I explained to her it was a scorpion and tried to figure out how to put it in my Claire context. I told her it was kinda like a “bad lizard” that hurts you.

I grabbed a glass and put it over the scorpion, and then went to find my Leatherman. I grabbed him up by the stinger and showed it to Claire, then I shot a few pictures before she and I went outside to crush his skull with a stick.

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