A Final Word On The SCORPION.

So many people have checked in with me to see how my scorpion "bite" is doing that I'm afraid that it's inspired a piece of very bad poetry. For your reading displeasure:

Hmm...does a scorpion bite?

If a scorpion could take a bite with his maw
Would his jaw hurt as much as a clip from his claw?
Would his bite on my leg make my head ring
As much as the toxin from his all mighty sting?

If a scorpion could take a bite with his maw
Would I have spent the whole night on the couch, enthralled
Exquisite pain in my toes, kissed on my lips
Toxins spread to my fingertips.

For the scorpion’s bite is all in his tail
Dagger of fire made my tongue wail.
A heavy syringe of power and lust
One more tiny warrior crushed dead in the dust.

Strangely enough, I was very sick for a few hours in the afternoon. Weak, headachey and dizzy, dry heaving. Reaction to the excitement? A one two punch from my little combatant? Who knows. Was really hinky about getting into bed last night, made J. check all the bedding with the black light before I would agree to sleep in it. Since he was on a roll he checked the whole property inside and out and found only 3 on the entire 1/3 acre and crushed one. Today I am 100% better and ready to get back at it.