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Ahhh...one event always stands out as the true testament that Spring is upon us. *has starry eyes* No, it is not new soft leaves on the trees, it is not rampant birdsong, it is not Vs of Canadian Geese flying north once more...oh no.
For me, the true sign of Spring is the moment I kill my first scorpion of the year. What wham flush!!! Mwahahaha! Evil little bastards. I hate them inside my house. Especially the one that crawled up my bedsheets four years ago and stung me awake. *snarls* DIE BASTARDS DIE!!!!!! Scorpion stings don't completely heal for a month, and they huuuuuuurt. Grrrrr.
This one tonight was a prime specimen. A full-grown adult, 3 inches long, in the prime of its life. Which I abrupty ended, thanks to Spicer-kitty who kept him cornered for me until I could attack with the fly swatter. I love it when my cats work with me. Though now I cannot walk through the house at night without wearing my scorpion shoes (keds I only wear indoors) and I dare not nap on the floor without first thoroughly checking any blankets and pillows for scorpiads. During the day. And no way will I snooze on the floor at night again until October. Or until I'm in Portland. Whichever comes first. (Hopefully Portland) *absently wonders how thick the Oregon scorpiad population is*
This icon is dedicated to all the lovely venomous scorpiads I have consigned to the septic deep over the years. Bwahahahaha!!!!!!!! >:D
/glimpse into s2m's daily life
For me, the true sign of Spring is the moment I kill my first scorpion of the year. What wham flush!!! Mwahahaha! Evil little bastards. I hate them inside my house. Especially the one that crawled up my bedsheets four years ago and stung me awake. *snarls* DIE BASTARDS DIE!!!!!! Scorpion stings don't completely heal for a month, and they huuuuuuurt. Grrrrr.
This one tonight was a prime specimen. A full-grown adult, 3 inches long, in the prime of its life. Which I abrupty ended, thanks to Spicer-kitty who kept him cornered for me until I could attack with the fly swatter. I love it when my cats work with me. Though now I cannot walk through the house at night without wearing my scorpion shoes (keds I only wear indoors) and I dare not nap on the floor without first thoroughly checking any blankets and pillows for scorpiads. During the day. And no way will I snooze on the floor at night again until October. Or until I'm in Portland. Whichever comes first. (Hopefully Portland) *absently wonders how thick the Oregon scorpiad population is*
This icon is dedicated to all the lovely venomous scorpiads I have consigned to the septic deep over the years. Bwahahahaha!!!!!!!! >:D
/glimpse into s2m's daily life
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