Greetings from the House 'O Scorpions
So guess what was on the wall by my bed last night? A scorpion. The third one I've seen in the house in the past couple of weeks. In my bedroom. Right by my bed (where I SLEEP, that I strongly prefer to be a scorpion-free zone). Had I turned out the lights just a few moments earlier, I would not have seen it scurrying up the wall, where it would have undoubtedly gone to the ceiling and then promptly fallen off when it was right over my bed (you laugh, but this actually happened to my uncle!)
My husband suggested that we should ask around to see if our neighbors are having scorpion issues as well. What, I ask, could possibly be gained from this? What if they say no? When my nextdoor neighbor says, "Gee, no, I've never seen a scorpion in my house!" is when things start feeling all Amityville Horror around here.
As I was lying in bed awake last night, in between fits of frantically brushing myself off every time the sheet or my pajamas brushed against me, I spent some time calculating the odds that one would actually see a scorpion if it were in the house. My house is 1,900 sq. ft. The scorpions are a few inches long. According to my calculations, the odds of being in the right place at the right time to actually see one of these things is about one in a zillion. And since I've seen TWO in my house in the past THREE days, this means that our home is teeming with them.
I see even the most common household objects differently now that I know that I'm living in some sort of scorpion Four Seasons. Some examples:
One theory here is that these things were somehow planted by the local exterminator company. Because, let me tell you, I am not what the call a "price-sensitive" customer right now. As soon as I hit Publish I am going to the first exterminator whose contact info I can find and tell them to just get in their truck and start driving and I'll give them all the details while they're on the road. (Very typical me that I'd blog about before actually doing something about it).
Another theory is that this is God's plan to change the way I feel about roaches. Because, let me tell you, they seem like the most darling little creatures right now, perhaps something one even might want as a household pet. When we first moved in I hoped we wouldn't have a roach problem like many people around here do. Now the possibility of seeing Brother Roach on my wall seems almost charming. They don't have stingers. They don't have pincers. I'll take roaches over scorpions any day.
My husband suggested that we should ask around to see if our neighbors are having scorpion issues as well. What, I ask, could possibly be gained from this? What if they say no? When my nextdoor neighbor says, "Gee, no, I've never seen a scorpion in my house!" is when things start feeling all Amityville Horror around here.
As I was lying in bed awake last night, in between fits of frantically brushing myself off every time the sheet or my pajamas brushed against me, I spent some time calculating the odds that one would actually see a scorpion if it were in the house. My house is 1,900 sq. ft. The scorpions are a few inches long. According to my calculations, the odds of being in the right place at the right time to actually see one of these things is about one in a zillion. And since I've seen TWO in my house in the past THREE days, this means that our home is teeming with them.
I see even the most common household objects differently now that I know that I'm living in some sort of scorpion Four Seasons. Some examples:
One theory here is that these things were somehow planted by the local exterminator company. Because, let me tell you, I am not what the call a "price-sensitive" customer right now. As soon as I hit Publish I am going to the first exterminator whose contact info I can find and tell them to just get in their truck and start driving and I'll give them all the details while they're on the road. (Very typical me that I'd blog about before actually doing something about it).
Another theory is that this is God's plan to change the way I feel about roaches. Because, let me tell you, they seem like the most darling little creatures right now, perhaps something one even might want as a household pet. When we first moved in I hoped we wouldn't have a roach problem like many people around here do. Now the possibility of seeing Brother Roach on my wall seems almost charming. They don't have stingers. They don't have pincers. I'll take roaches over scorpions any day.
posted by Jennifer at
12:49 PM
3 Comments:
Awesome! I mean, well, perhaps not. My parents had in floor heating in their house where I grew up. We were in the country in Northern California so had scorpions as well. It was supposed to be a relief when we finally figured out what that bothersome "scary" noise was as a kid. It wasn't. It was the scorpions, stuck in the heaters, scratching their way up the metal walls and falling again down. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Once my sister had one pinch her in the night. But the reason I reply is not to instill further fear, but rather to reassure that I don't think they can climb walls and fall on you (or your uncle, but....he's family!) But they can climb beadspreads if they're touching the floor. You won't die from a sting (most likely) and fear fades with time, believe me!
Love your photos - so funny! Except, not so funny for you. Seriously, I'd be taking my kids to the nearest hotel until the issue was resolved. You are brave.
I am freaking out right now. I found a scorpion in my bed last night. It was dead because I had somehow squished it when I was laying in my bed. I love in the foothills of Northern California. I am mortified right now. I have two little ones and one of them sleeps in bed with me. I had no idea that we needed to worry about scorpions. The house we just moved out of had field roaches and used to gross me out. Every now and then one would make it's way inside in the heat of summer. I would take those over scorpions anyday. Like you said, at least they cannot bite.
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