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I awakened in the night, about a week ago, feeling a sharp pain in the back of one knee. I groped for the light, and tried to determine the cause of the pain, assuming that the most likely scenerio was that a scorpion had stung me. We occasionally get stung or bitten by other insects besides scorpions, so I couldn’t know for sure unless I found the culprit – but I didn’t find anything.

A few days later, I walked into my room in the middle of the day and a movement caught my eye – it was a scorpion, walking along my bed near where the bed is pushed up against a wall. I ran for the bug spray, but when I got back the scorpion was nowhere to be seen. Aaaargh!

I stripped the bed, sprayed large quantities of Raid all along the edges of the bed where it touches the walls, and hoped, really hard, that I had poisoned the scorpion! When I went to bed that night, I definitely felt some concern that the scorpion might still be alive, but I tried to convince myself that the quantity of poison I’d sprayed made this highly unlikely.

There were no problems through the night, except that my asthma was acting up a bit, and I had to use my inhaler a couple of times. When I’m in bed, I keep my inhaler under my pillow, so I can easily grab it when needed, even while still half asleep.

Just as it was getting light that morning, I reached under my pillow for my inhaler, and couldn’t find it. I flipped the pillow up out of the way . . . and there was the scorpion right under my pillow – right where I had blindly groped about several times during the course of the night, reaching for my inhaler! I really cannot believe it never stung my hand.

I ran for the bug spray again . . . but Gus had borrowed it the previous evening to repel an ant invasion in his room (the ants were carrying off the dog food, piece by piece). Not realizing this, I grabbed a spray can I thought was bug poison. Happily, I realized what I had in my hand before I actually tried to polish off the scorpion with furniture polish. Going old-school, I smacked the scorpion multiple times with a shoe. It isn’t all that easy to smash a scorpion when it’s on a soft surface like a mattress, but I had lots of motivation, plus I think the scorpion was already about half dead from the poison I’d sprayed the previous day.

And now, I can rest easier, knowing that there is one less scorpion in my bedroom.