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Let me just start by saying this morning was not my finest hour.
I spent roughly twenty minutes huddled in terror, rocking back and forth on a small chair that I'd brought out so that I could keep an eye on IT while I waited for Captain to come home from PT, my cell clutched in my hand and a tupperware bowl and dustpan within grabbing distance.
I wasn't sure what I was planning to do with the bowl or the dustpan, but I felt better knowing they were there. Not that I wanted to put my bare feet on the ground or anything considering IT was a three/four inch long, brown scorpion lurking in the shadows near the sliding glass door and I really couldn't force myself to get within six feet of the thing. We've had live scorpions in the house before, so I was brave enough to swoop in and drag all three animals off to safety, but after that the adrenaline rush sort of died and my shoes were locked in the bedroom with Loki and frankly the very short handle of the plastic dustpan was just a wee bit too short to go off attacking something armed with pinchy bits and a stinger.
Which meant my new plan of action involved parking my ass on the small wooden spool stool and curling in on myself, hoping the scorpion would just stay where it was so that I wouldn't have to try to smash it with the above mentioned stool before it managed to duck under a sofa or something and that eventually Captain would come home and smush it. Yeah, yeah, I know, don't kill the arachnids, they eat other bugs, blah, blah, biscuit cakes - SCORPION IN THE HOUSE.
Anywho, by the time Captain did come home I'd managed to work myself into a right tizzy, which was not helped at all by the discovery that the scorpion was actually a stick. Yes, a very scorpion looking, complete with two arms that had big ends and a curvy bit on the back that could have been a tail, stick.
You would think I would have been relieved, but no, not me. Twenty minutes of terror takes more than a moment to come down from, let me tell you. And while I'm pretty sure that Captain found the whole thing slightly funny, he was sweet - and smart - enough not to show it, and made a point of holding me until I stopped sniffling like a child.
Stupid stick.
In other news, last night I finished working on a short companion piece to a drabble I'd written a long time ago. The original was called "Reflection" and the second piece is "Temptation." Both can be found here at Digital Quill, or at either of my fiction journals - darnedchild on LJ or darnedchild on IJ.
I spent roughly twenty minutes huddled in terror, rocking back and forth on a small chair that I'd brought out so that I could keep an eye on IT while I waited for Captain to come home from PT, my cell clutched in my hand and a tupperware bowl and dustpan within grabbing distance.
I wasn't sure what I was planning to do with the bowl or the dustpan, but I felt better knowing they were there. Not that I wanted to put my bare feet on the ground or anything considering IT was a three/four inch long, brown scorpion lurking in the shadows near the sliding glass door and I really couldn't force myself to get within six feet of the thing. We've had live scorpions in the house before, so I was brave enough to swoop in and drag all three animals off to safety, but after that the adrenaline rush sort of died and my shoes were locked in the bedroom with Loki and frankly the very short handle of the plastic dustpan was just a wee bit too short to go off attacking something armed with pinchy bits and a stinger.
Which meant my new plan of action involved parking my ass on the small wooden spool stool and curling in on myself, hoping the scorpion would just stay where it was so that I wouldn't have to try to smash it with the above mentioned stool before it managed to duck under a sofa or something and that eventually Captain would come home and smush it. Yeah, yeah, I know, don't kill the arachnids, they eat other bugs, blah, blah, biscuit cakes - SCORPION IN THE HOUSE.
Anywho, by the time Captain did come home I'd managed to work myself into a right tizzy, which was not helped at all by the discovery that the scorpion was actually a stick. Yes, a very scorpion looking, complete with two arms that had big ends and a curvy bit on the back that could have been a tail, stick.
You would think I would have been relieved, but no, not me. Twenty minutes of terror takes more than a moment to come down from, let me tell you. And while I'm pretty sure that Captain found the whole thing slightly funny, he was sweet - and smart - enough not to show it, and made a point of holding me until I stopped sniffling like a child.
Stupid stick.
In other news, last night I finished working on a short companion piece to a drabble I'd written a long time ago. The original was called "Reflection" and the second piece is "Temptation." Both can be found here at Digital Quill, or at either of my fiction journals - darnedchild on LJ or darnedchild on IJ.
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At least you weren't perched on that stool for hours, locked in a staring contest with a stick.
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At least scorpions can hurt you
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*shudder*