THERE’S A SCORPION ON MY WALL AND DADDY’S IN BED AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SIR.
SIR.
i”M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE.
this really helps my insomnia
Staying at my cousins’ house surrounded by the woods made this a fairly common occurance if they hadn’t sprayed the house in too long a time. One night when I was sleeping one of the little yellow bastards native here found its way to my face. I didn’t dare try to touch it and by some miracle kept my resolve not to holler and brush it away. But I had to lay there without a sound while it negotiated the terrain of my face to get to the other side of the room. The moment it left my body I NOPED right the hell out, waking everyone else up.
When we lived in the deserts of Camp Pendelton, California, scorpions and the like were common place as well. One time my dad found one in his shoe and put it in a box to show us (we were small kids), but it kept finding ways out and even burrowed through the cardboard. So he stuck it with one of his combat knives, right in the center.
The bastard fought back. It started walloping the knife STUCK IN ITS GUT with its stinger. 15 years later I can STILL remember that metal on metal sound. Lasted for at least an hour.
