I HATE Scorpions! (Really!)
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:09 am
I'm missing church, choir and all, today.
Why? (I hear you ask.)
Seems I strolled out for my morning swim and, halfway to the pool, in darkness, I stepped on a scorpion. Said scorpion took umbrage and speared me on my perfectly pedicured widdle toe (right side.)
Ash(leigh), alerted by my yelps, and thinking an intruder had me in his/her/it's grasp, fetched her nightstand firearm and hurtled out the door and down the steps, in totally nude state, prepared to defend my >^..^<, if not my honor.
Seeing no one else, save for me, she segued from anxiety to laughter as I performed an interpretive dance/semi-ballet on one foot, in the altogether, accompanying myself on the YoliPhone (See: "Yelp", "Owwwww", and "@^%$!")
Well, that was at around 6:30 Ante-Meridian, and there's little reminder of the incident save for a kind of minor itch/throb/sting sensation which is subsiding nicely. I guess I'll be fully ambulatory about the time church has ended and it's time to primp and go to lunch at a nearby restaurant.
As a precaution, I popped a Benadryl and a Bloody Mary...well, TWO B'Mary's, actually.
It's fortunate that our particular breed of scorpion is not terribly venomous to humans, save for the hypersensitive and otherwise weak. There are other varieties in the world, both the Americas and other continents, that'll make you all dead 'n stuff...Eeek!
For you PETA persons...That scorpion is dead! DEAD, I say!
Obituary...
Scorpion, Sydney
Sydney Scorpion entered Eternal Rest on April 27th, 2008 as the result of his own stupidity. Investigators state that his death was a matter of self-defense and that no charges will be filed against Miss Yolanda X, a sweet and only slightly kinked young lady whom Mr. Scorpion did willfully and feloniously assault.
In accordance with the wishes of his family (Wife and 12,458 children) Mr. Scorpion's remains (too mangled to be viewable) were placed, with honors, in a BBQ pit and cremated via generous squirts of starter fluid and the application of a kitchen match.
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Why? (I hear you ask.)
Seems I strolled out for my morning swim and, halfway to the pool, in darkness, I stepped on a scorpion. Said scorpion took umbrage and speared me on my perfectly pedicured widdle toe (right side.)
Ash(leigh), alerted by my yelps, and thinking an intruder had me in his/her/it's grasp, fetched her nightstand firearm and hurtled out the door and down the steps, in totally nude state, prepared to defend my >^..^<, if not my honor.
Seeing no one else, save for me, she segued from anxiety to laughter as I performed an interpretive dance/semi-ballet on one foot, in the altogether, accompanying myself on the YoliPhone (See: "Yelp", "Owwwww", and "@^%$!")
Well, that was at around 6:30 Ante-Meridian, and there's little reminder of the incident save for a kind of minor itch/throb/sting sensation which is subsiding nicely. I guess I'll be fully ambulatory about the time church has ended and it's time to primp and go to lunch at a nearby restaurant.
As a precaution, I popped a Benadryl and a Bloody Mary...well, TWO B'Mary's, actually.
It's fortunate that our particular breed of scorpion is not terribly venomous to humans, save for the hypersensitive and otherwise weak. There are other varieties in the world, both the Americas and other continents, that'll make you all dead 'n stuff...Eeek!
For you PETA persons...That scorpion is dead! DEAD, I say!
Obituary...
Scorpion, Sydney
Sydney Scorpion entered Eternal Rest on April 27th, 2008 as the result of his own stupidity. Investigators state that his death was a matter of self-defense and that no charges will be filed against Miss Yolanda X, a sweet and only slightly kinked young lady whom Mr. Scorpion did willfully and feloniously assault.
In accordance with the wishes of his family (Wife and 12,458 children) Mr. Scorpion's remains (too mangled to be viewable) were placed, with honors, in a BBQ pit and cremated via generous squirts of starter fluid and the application of a kitchen match.
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