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Awoke this morning a few minutes after 7, facing the sliding glass door. The door faces east and the sunlight streaming though it was glorious, except of course if you had plans of continuing to sleep. I pulled the covers over my head in hopes I would once again be gathered into the loving arms of Morpheus. Nathan had other plans. During the night he'd parked himself between LJ and I, and my pulling the covers over me, was his cue to start doing the kitty massage thing, on my bare back, claws extended. Sleep proved elusive.

I arose and decided a shower would be a good idea. Walked to the bathroom (more like stumbled, but I shan't mince words), started the water running, took a leak and returned to enter the shower, only to suffer a searing pain in my right foot. I thought I'd stepped on a shard of broken glass. I had stepped on a scorpion instead.

Both cats looked rather surprised watching me jump up and down in the raw, while holding my foot. Now no matter how attractive one finds bears, trust me, this is not a particularly arousing pose. LJ came and put the small arachnid out of its misery. I unfortunately still have a nastily annoying burning sensation in my foot, several hours after the fact. It's a damned good thing the local scorpions (sporpia? scorpii?) are not particularly damaging to humankind. This amounts to an arachnid equivilent of a yellow-jacket sting. Painful, but as long as it doesn't get infected, I should be fine. Limping a bit, but fine. I hope the remainder of the day goes better than this.

On a lighter note, I found a link to this artist's work in a friend's LJ. Y'all might find this man's work amusing to look at. It certainly lightened my mood. http://www.clarkmade.com/urinals.html

Date: 2006-07-09 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] broduke2000.livejournal.com
I woke up one morning in my cabin Rio Nido and discovered Scoot, my dog, staring at something on the floor. Groggy, I tried to focus my eyes. The scorpion arched it's tail, and Scoot barked.

I fortunately jumped away, grabbed a long pliers from my toolbox, yanked the scorpion and flushed it down the toilet.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Scoot got lots of good morning treats.

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