Immediate Reset for a Bad Day

Nov 11, 2014 by

Immediate Reset for a Bad Day

OK, I didn’t really have a bad day, but I know that when I do have a bad day, what happened tonight would have immediately reset everything.

My daughter said, “I need to make vegan chile for the pot-luck at work tomorrow.”

“Let’s start the beans in the crockpot.”

“We need a smaller crockpot.”

I headed into the other room to get a smaller crockpot.

My daughter screamed at the top of her lungs:




I don’t have to be told twice. My daughter isn’t one to sound an unnecessary alarm. I backed up immediately.

Truth be told, I jumped back about nine or ten feet. (She wasn’t specific about the danger, I wasn’t taking any chances.)

“What is it?”


I had to see for myself. Please don’t blame me, but I shrieked when I saw it. I’ve been in Arizona for six years and while I’ve seen them outside, this is the first one we’ve had in the house. I will admit to a certain amount of disappointment that neither of our nearby fire-fighter neighbors came over to see what we were screaming about…though we did limit ourselves to one full volume scream/shriek apiece.

“What do we do?”

“Kill it!”


“We have to trap it first.”

I was good with that. I managed to toss a bowl over the scorpion…but once it was out of sight, I think it grew exponentially.

“I’m getting my hiking boots on and I’ll STOMP on it!”

I approved of this plan.

I stayed behind, wearing sandals…it’s 80 degrees here, of course I’m wearing open-toed sandals.

My daughter returned, wearing her hiking boots.

“OK. Now what?”

“We have to put a perimeter of water around it, they won’t go fast through water.”

I have no idea if my daughter had any idea what she was talking about, but I was proud that she used the word ‘perimeter’ correctly.  As I preened, she grabbed the tea kettle and made a very nice moat around the upside down bowl.

“NOW, what?”

Really…how were we going to pick up the bowl? How did we know the scorpion hadn’t suddenly developed super-spidey powers and is now clinging to the inside of the bowl?

There was a real risk of getting stung.

A nice long grill spatula did the trick. And surprisingly, the prehistoric little brain of our scorpion guest didn’t perceive that the sudden change from darkness to bright light was a sign of impending doom.

Now, I knew what was next and only cringed a little when my daughter stomped on the scorpion with great enthusiasm. But then when she lifted her foot, no scorpion!

“Where is it?”

“It’s got to be on your foot.”  I grabbed a piece of paper towel, and had her wipe her boot on it. There, in exquisite squished glory, was the scorpion.


We’d triumphed.  Then as my daughter said, “We need to call an exterminator,” I found on the internet that in certain tests that kill just about everything, cockroaches, lizards, and yes, you guessed it, scorpions survive.

It’s a warning. I’d forgotten anything that had been difficult earlier in the day…and…no more sandals for a little while.

Now I’m eyeing anything lying on the floor.

The blanket that slipped off the chair last night.

The pile of towels waiting for the wash.

My shoes.

Really, where IS it safe from a scorpion?

Truth be told, unless I begin to see one a day, it’s not going to really make me lose sleep, but I might keep slippers on my nightstand and no longer walk around barefoot at night.

Really…it wasn’t a bad day.

It IS nice to know that we do have concerned friends…they are sending us real estate listings.  One even suggested, “MOVE NOW! Don’t even pack!”

I appreciate our friends…very much!

Scorpion isolated on white background

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