You see, when you shine a black light on a scorpion it glows florescent. This was one of the coolest things I learned when I moved to Arizona. Clark assures me that this is common knowledge, but I beg to differ. Unless you grew up having to worry about scorpions, then you don't know that they glow in the dark with a black light.
Anyways, Clark got home and we started in the backyard. Result: one scorpion. Well, one dead scorpion once we were done with it. Garage- one scorpion who got away by crawling into a crack. Shoot. Then we moved inside the house... and found NO scorpions. Hooray! Then we moved into the front yard and found a total of 7 scorpions! Big, fat, juicy, crispy scorpions. Our scorpion-smashing brick was pretty messy by now.
We moved back inside the house and guess what we found sitting right smack in the middle of our most common walking path on our scorpion-colored carpet? That's right, a super pissed-off scorpion. I now have no doubt in my mind that scorpions communicate with each other or can at least sense when a scorpion massacre is taking place nearby. Scary. We had abandoned our brick by now, so this particular guy got the big flush.
I couldn't go anywhere for the rest of the night without the black light. Which stinks because on average I pee approximately 8 times throughout the night, and as previously mentioned... I dig my midnight snacks.
Thankfully, we didn't find anymore scorpions. Perhaps we'll go out "hunting" again tonight. It really is quite exhilarating- like bungee jumping but way cheaper. How's that for a fun Friday night date? Saving the world or rather, our house on Baltimore Street, one scorpion at a time.