5:33 am: For some odd strange reason Dylan and I have been waking up at exactly 5:33 am everyday for the past few weeks. Yesterday Dylan came home early with a nasty bug so when we woke up yet again at the same time, he wasn't sure about going into work.
Fast forward to 6:30. Normally the Scott/White household is hustlin' and bustlin' to get out the door, but not today. This morning we took it easy. I decided to make whole wheat banana bread pancakes and Dylan got ready for work. Right now I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy. Everyone knows that I go through cycles where the second I get hooked on a show I have to watch through all the seasons. The dork in me decided to bring the laptop into the kitchen so I could watch Greys while making pancakes...I must admit it made for a quite enjoyable cooking session :)
Fast forward to 7 am. Dylan and I are sitting down discussing the ridiculous price of pure maple syrup. (Yesterday I was at the store and realized that a tiny little bottle cost anywhere from 10-23 dollars). So I bought the nasty fake stuff that we all grew up with as kids. As we were talking, I suddenly noticed a spot on the wall. "Honey, what's that thing on the wall?" I asked. Dylan looked over to his immediate right and his eyes went as big dinner plates. He slowly looked at me and said "that is a bark scorpion". You can imagine my horror. "Well...that is a tiny one, right? So is it like where there is a baby there is a mama?!" By this point I was jumping up and down like an idiot. "No...I don't think so at least." Lovely. "Well, sweetie I think for the next few days we should be checking our shoes before we put them on our feet". Did you know that scorpions LOVE shoes? Oh yes they love to hide in them. I think what scared me the most was that Dylan seemed to be genuinely frightened. As we all know, when Dylan gets scared, something is SERIOUSLY wrong. So we grabbed a glass (and by we I mean Dylan) and a piece of paper. Mr.Scorpion was covered with a cup and hurried out of the apartment. At first Dylan was looking at the cup as though Mr.S wouldn't come out of it. At that point, I shouted out the door, "he can have the cup if he wants it!". Oh, no. It's not that Mr.S wouldn't come out...it's that Mr.S wasn't in the cup. Thankfully a couple seconds later I heard Dylan say, "there he is! and his tail is raised". Nevertheless, Dylan put on his boots and quickly "squished" the problem.
A day in the life of an arizonan. Happy St.Patty's Day!
Something I learned in my bug class: the smaller the pincers, the more poisonous the sting and vice versa. Though Dylan, being a know it all, surely already told you that.
ReplyDeleteSweet Lord we probably could have died because that suckers pincers were teeny. I am rather glad Dylan didn't tell me that because Lord knows I would have freaked the heck out...or at least much worse than i already had. I still shake my clothes a lot before putting them on just in case lol gah i hate scorpions!
ReplyDeleteThis is NOT the way to get me excited about the idea of visiting AZ. I like my little no-poisonous-animals/insects-live-within-30-miles part of the world.
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