Always Check for Scorpions

Photo by John Reid

I was going to take a nap, got as far as getting my clothes off, laying down on my pillow propped against my wadded up sleeping bag, and closing my eyes. Then, I thought, you know? I should probably check for scorpions. After all, it's been two weeks. So I lifted up my pillow. Nothing. I lifted up my sleeping bag and low-and-behold, the fucker was sleeping underneath it.

I found out he wasn't dead when he lifted his big ass of a stinger in the air and ran towards me.

Now he's in a jar. I thought, hmmm....maybe I'll send him home in a cassette case, but he won't fit. A videotape case maybe will work.