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You’d think that after living in Arizona since 1986 I would have already seen scorpions a few times. Well, the truth is that until three weeks ago I had never seen one in my life. At least not live. Some souvenir shops in Arizona sell resin paperweights with a dead scorpion as the main attraction. I’ve heard stories from my son Pablo where he found scorpions in his home and he watched the cats stand in front of it, loudly meowing. I’ve heard from a friend of mine that got stung twice in her home, both times on her foot, and how she was in pain for about a week, with feelings of numbness and tingling. I knew that we should never leave shoes outside overnight because they might become the habitat of a scorpion or a black widow. We always took all precautions to avoid having these kinds of pests come and settle in our home.
We moved to a new home two years ago and since the neighborhood is still being developed, we hired a green pest control company to come and fumigate our home monthly. During the month of June and half of July we requested to have our monthly service put on vacation hold. We returned home but forgot to call back to have it reactivated. Seeing my first ever bark scorpion hanging in a wall by our entrance door was a not too subtle reminder that we needed soon to call the fumigators. I forgot to make the call until Tuesday when we found a bark scorpion in our bed. He had made home in a throw pillow that I had placed on the floor the night before. I freaked out at the thought of having a scorpion in my bedroom! My husband, who is fascinated by all living creatures, placed the scorpion in a jar and kept him on his desk for two days (he said he wanted to watch the scorpion’s behavior and even fed him a cricket).
The fumigating guy came over Wednesday morning. After he left I went over to the pantry and lifted up a bag of dog food (I’m dog-sitting my daughter’s pup) and there I found another bark scorpion. I screamed. My son, who was visiting, witnessed how I almost fainted in disgust. My husband caught the critter and placed him in the jar with scorpion #1. He wanted to see the interaction between the two. At this point I looked at him and said that this was going too far. His experiment with the scorpions, which by now I considered being his “pets”, had to come to an end. I heard the garbage truck coming down the street. I went outside and placed the scorpion jar in the garbage container and off it went to the landfill.
I hope that this is the end of our scorpion saga. If I find another one, I might consider sleeping on a floating chair in the pool until someone assures me that we are scorpion-free. Is this possible in the Sonoran Desert? I can only wish.