
I was stung by a bark scorpion this morning. The little horror was hidden in the sleeve of a tee shirt folded on my closet shelf. He got me at the crook of my elbow, and the pain can only be described as indescribable. Of course this is the same arm that was bunged up in the auto collision last week.
Here is a transcript of a subsequent conversation with my housemate:
Me: I just got stung by a scorpion, hurts like a sumbitch. I’m moving to Alaska. No scorpions there.
Housemate: They have bears.
Me: That’s true, but I think I would be able to see a fucking grizzly in my shirt before I put it on.
Illustration adapted from Species of Arachnida and Myriopoda (scorpions, spiders, mites, ticks and centipedes) Injurious to Man by A. S. HIrst, 1917, via the Biodiversity Heritage LIbrary.






