Monday, July 2, 2007

Arthropods are not invited!

Unless they bring enough margaritas and chulupas for everyone! A scorpion is like that odd celebrity that shows up to all the parties but wasn't invited (you know who you are Gary Coleman).

I was just minding my own business this morning when I look over at the floorboard and notice a scorpion just hanging out.

He is looking at me like "where's the tequila bitch?!"

Well, I don't take too kindly to that kind of talk even though I'm not much of a lady!

He is gesturing at me with his little nasty pointy pinchers (that's right I said LITTLE) like "I'm going to cut you!"

I released a rebel yell and grabbed him with my bare hands and bit his head off like something from a Survivor episode on speed. No, not really. I tried not to squeal like a girl and run away. I bravely grabbed my shoe and stomped him to death! Little 2-3 inch bastard!

Now, I AM a tree hugger and can appreciate his niche in the world of eating insects and taking care of business. However, he wasn't invited to this party and therefore had to die.

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