So the other night I put Jack down and dragged my butt out of bed to make muffins (yeah, because we all need to make muffins at 9:30 PM on a Friday night) and as I was moving around the kitched I noticed something else moving around the kitchen…by my foot. That would, of course, be a scorpion (what else, right?) – cruising around unpleasantly close to my feet.
So I dashed to the counter and grabbed a wad of paper towels to pick it up with (going to flush that bad boy down the toilet) and when I turned around, he was nowhere to be seen. I mean, NOWHERE. Dude escaped.
Between Charles and I (mostly Charles), we put in about 30 minutes of serious scorpion-hunting, all to no avail. I was getting more and more upset by the second. Then I remembered that we had some spare Scorpion Traps laying around the house so I grabbed them, peeled off the sticky part and put them together (they are just sticky rodent traps that you fold into a little box and apparently scorpions are drawn to the dark space).
Well after about 18 hours of “traps out” time, let’s just sat this – TAKE THAT, BITCHES!!!!!!!