Scorpion vs. Behr (Part 2)

So now that I probably have a few people who despise me. I'll finish my story. We'll see if you guessed right.

Let's see...where was I? Oh yes. I was trapped. Caught between a two-inch scorpion and ... a bathroom. I have two options. Well, three - if you count sleeping in the tub.
       Option 1: I can jump over the bug and pray he doesn't follow me to my room
                      (or worse - I misjudge and land on him).
       Option 2: I can try to find a weapon and kill him.

What do you think? Come on remember the snake story... Yeah. I went for option 2, but remember I don't have a shoe. All I have to pick for weapons is what I can find in the bathroom or washroom. (Yes, and I will admit I'm too much of a girl to want to get too close to the thing.) I want something thick enough, big enough, and definitely heavy enough that I'll only have to hit the bugger once.

Seeing as I've done some scorpion smashing in this hallway before, I go for my previous weapon of choice - the paint can. (And you thought the Behr had nothing to do with this story. :) ) One problem though. The can is past the scorpion. Closer than the shoes. But still past the scorpion. What do I do? The only probable thing (in my mind at least). I take one large step and crawl my happy, little tail on top of the washer and to the opposite end of the dryer. No way am I gonna get any closer to the stinging end of that critter than I have to. :) Sprawled across the appliances, I keep one eye on the bug and another on the paint can until the weapon is hovering by the handle over the target like a giant wrecking ball (or scorpion swatter :) ).

I smush (that's a combination of mush and smash to those of you who aren't familiar with the Texas slang) the unwelcome, little critter with a spontaneous, girlish squeal. (Believe it or not I rarely squeal - unless it's around poisonous things.) I almost miss with the first shot. Barely got his tail in fact. Leaving the scorpion to possibly escape and come find me during the night is not an option. I don't want trapped. No, I want dead as a door nail.

I have to try again. Of course this means picking up the can. What if it gets away? Just the thought makes my skin crawl. But I digress: even though I don't want to, I bravely lift the can. With my toes. To try again. (I think I can hear the laughter from here :) - I'm pathetic I know.)

What does the scorpion do? Nothing. He sits there. Doesn't run away or anything. Dumb bug. I drop the hanging cylinder again and this time - he ain't goin' nowhere!

Yeah! I win!

Scorpion vs. Behr

I know what you're thinking...she's a writer and she's already misspelled the title. Not! I did that on purpose. Allow me to explain...I'll start with the scorpion. First off, I have a great dislike for these snappy, stinging, eight-legged crawlers. This is probably because I got stung twice by them growing up (both times while in bed - not fun!) My mother has come to call them "my pets." But believe you me - I don't want one around unless its dead and even then he better not stay long.

Now that I've chased that rabbit - let me tell you about the other night. I'm winding down to go to bed, and what do I see? Yep, you guessed it. I spot one of "my pets" crawling behind the TV in my living room. My senses are now on high alert as I ready to turn in for the night. I'm flicking on lights before I enter a room, hitting a switch before walking down a dark hallway, carefully watching the carpet or tile for anything that moves. (Think it took me a little longer than normal?  :) )

In spite of all this, I manage to find my PJs and make one last trip to the bathroom - which of course means more light switching because I have to pass thru the deeply shadowed utility room. Nothing's crawling so I skitter on past through the doorway. Just before I hit the lights to go back to my bedroom, I look down. Gotta check the floor one more time. And there it is. A 1 1/2 to 2 inch, light beige, tail-swinging scorpion.

I'm trapped. I have no shoes. No other exit. What's a girl suppose to do? Let me rephrase that - What's a country girl suppose to do? As you can guess, I ...

Oh were you expecting to hear more. :) You are going to have to guess, aren't you? Well at least until Tuesday of next week. Grrr, right? Until then, I'd love some comments of what you think this freckle-faced country girl did.

Curiosity Killed the Cat...

I know it's been said "Curiosity killed the cat, but Satisfaction brought him back." This post will hopefully bring some of you "back." :) I've had questions about my book, and one of the things I'm even learning is about that leap from writer to published author. (Did you even know there was one?) Well, a wonderful interview is at this link that helps answer some questions and give insight into the world I'm delving into. So for those curious cats out there, I hope you enjoy learning. :)