Lulu picked her pants up from the floor and got stung by a scorpion 🦂 that was hiding in them.
Me (sarcastically joking): See what happens when you leave your pants 👖 on the floor.
Lulu: I’m in no mood for your jokes.
It barely got her on the thumb. She’s fine. Worked her whole shift with no issues.
Day before, I killed one 🦂 in the hall. Day after, she was taking her towel from the bar and one 🦂 fell out. Didn’t sting her and she smashed it was a shampoo bottle.
Today B had one 🦂 in his t-shirt. He was stung about three times before he realized it. He claims to be immune strong he man that he is.
That’s four in less than a week. Reminiscent of our first year here. Was a scorpion 🦂 bonanza. He’d go on patrol around the house with a flashlight 🔦 in dark and the little buggers would be on the exterior. Smash, smash, smash.
But then the fire 🔥 ants 🐜 got busy and down went the scorpions 🦂. This year the weather has been so dry though that the ants are not moving as much hence the uptick in scorpion 🦂 sightings.
Given the options, I’d prefer the fire ants. Or should I? We’ve never had fire ants in the house 🏡. But which are worse on the ecology? Inquiring minds want to know. Any ecologists out there?
As always moreto come.