Jerry Vs. The Scorpion
When I was a rug rat, I lived in the Arizona desert with my parents and big brother. I still have vivid memories of chasing lizards, climbing trees, getting kicked by a horse (learned quickly that they don't like their tail pulled) and being attacked by fire ants.
One thing I don't remember directly, but only through family stories, is the day I attacked a great big desert scorpion while barefoot.
My brother said it was dusk, and we were saying good bye to visitors, and I ran out onto the carport barefoot and yelled "Bug!" They turned, horrified, to see me stomping on a big yellow scorpion, and the scorpion was defending itself (of course) and thwacking me repeatedly in the top of the foot with it's tail.
My brother told me I said, "Ouch." Then my mom screamed, my father bellowed, and he picked me up and rushed me two houses down to where a doctor lived. I wasn't crying or anything, but probably very upset to see my parents upset. My brother told me I didn't start crying until they stuck my whole leg into a bin of ice water.
Needless to say, I lived, but now the mere thought of a scorpion or spider gives me the willies. When my kids discovered this, I was rewarded by little plastic spiders hidden everywhere that could possibly surprise me, especially my sock drawer.
Kids are so cruel.
One thing I don't remember directly, but only through family stories, is the day I attacked a great big desert scorpion while barefoot.
My brother said it was dusk, and we were saying good bye to visitors, and I ran out onto the carport barefoot and yelled "Bug!" They turned, horrified, to see me stomping on a big yellow scorpion, and the scorpion was defending itself (of course) and thwacking me repeatedly in the top of the foot with it's tail.
My brother told me I said, "Ouch." Then my mom screamed, my father bellowed, and he picked me up and rushed me two houses down to where a doctor lived. I wasn't crying or anything, but probably very upset to see my parents upset. My brother told me I didn't start crying until they stuck my whole leg into a bin of ice water.
Needless to say, I lived, but now the mere thought of a scorpion or spider gives me the willies. When my kids discovered this, I was rewarded by little plastic spiders hidden everywhere that could possibly surprise me, especially my sock drawer.
Kids are so cruel.
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