Most of you know that snakes have been under our families feet all summer long, but what you may not know is our constant encounter with scorpions. After a couple dozen sightings near bare toes, I have become an awesome scorpion killer. With my handy dandy flyswatter — SMACK — I implant the beast onto the tile. No fuss, no muss!However first thing this morning Lili, my little prodigy, decided she’d handle our very first baby scorpion.
As she swung the swatter, she squeaked, but valiantly kept on swinging until she stopped, somewhat perplexed. “Grandma, where’s the baby scorpion?”
Picture below is the baby scorpion that got away!