I have detailed my long-time fear of scorpions here before. That’s nothing new.
What’s new is that, after forty years of living in Arizona, I finally got tagged by one of the little buggers.
I was standing in front of the stove reaching up to get my eggs out of the microwave, and felt an odd sensation on my foot. Like an ant bite? I looked down just in time to see the little bugger scuttling under the stove.
After that,
– I popped some benadryl,
– let my team know I’d be working from home (as I didn’t want to drive with benadryl coursing through me, and besides, I would have had trouble wearing a shoe yesterday morning),
– and sought additional first aid from the Eagle Scout, Eagle Scout candidate, and Eagle Scout trainer who live with me. No one would wake up. It doesn’t matter: whatever I did seemed to work, because by 3 pm or so even the stingy-burny-tingly sensation had gone away.
This qualifies as a Besst because I got a story out of it, which is my criteria for anything not being a disaster.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014
Mom, Interrupted 