I was sitting at the table eating dinner and watching Weston crawl around on the kitchen floor, when suddenly he noticed something under the toekick of the cupboards and began reaching for it. This is nothing new--Weston chews up anything he can possibly get his hands on (especially toilet paper and office documents, his absolute favorites). In my mind I was thinking, "Great, he's going to put this in his mouth. Why can't he just leave stuff on the floor where it belongs?" I was actually going to let him pick it up, thinking it was a crumb or something (this might sound bad, but yes, occasionally I let Weston eat his old cheerios and crackers off the floor and he's been none the worse for it), but I noticed this "thing" was long and tan, almost like a stick. Scorpion ran through my mind, and I had a feeling I better check and be on the safe side. I grabbed his little hand and dragged him away and out rolled this scorpion along with a huge scream from me. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. It was half-dead, so Weston didn't get stung, but I can't imagine what would have happened if he'd put it in his mouth. Gordon was doing the dishes at that moment, and killed it.This picture of it just makes me cringe! Such a horrible-looking creature. It almost looks like we had a photo shoot with the white backdrop, but this is the paper towel Gordon smashed it with. This particular scorpion was about as long as my index finger. I get the chills just looking at it! Scorpions are the most grotesque-looking things ever. Unfortunately we get lots of these, inside and outside our house. Most of them move really slowly because Gordon sprays about once a month--and now he'll be spraying a little more often!
