‘Yuck’ is the only word I can use to describe our late night visitor last night.
I was none too impressed to see this forest scorpion on the kitchen floor as I was going to bed and squealed like a girl at Dean’s efforts to scoop it up and escort it outside.
All jokes aside, I then spent half the night worrying about whether or not it would find its way back in, and, scariest thought of all, what if I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and it was poised, waiting for me?
What if I stepped on it, or worst still, what if I merely stepped near it and frightened it enough for it to lash out at me?
Poor little thing, I’ve no doubt it was more frightened of me than I was of it.
All the same though, this morning I stayed in bed until it was light enough for me to clearly see where I was placing my feet.