Fun with scorpions.
In Arizona where a few bazillion scorpions scamper about I was repairing a semi-truck at night, using a flash light.
Saw movement out of the eye’s corner.
Looking down I saw a dozen or more scorpions coming at me.
Maybe they were just friendly.
Coming to say “Howdy” and welcome to the neighborhood.
I still jumped up upon the truck.
I noted that moving the flash light’s beam could be used to herd the critters.
A moment of enlightenment.
So, I “played” with my new-found cohorts.
Tiring of that, needing to repair the truck, I found that canned ether under pressure, also known as “starting fluid,” was a very effective scorpion killer.
Thus commenced the Great Scorpion Slaughter.
Surely their little brief scorpion screams reverberated throughout the arid land.
However, even after decimating the local herd/horde more arrived.
Akin to the ChiCom human-wave tactics of the Korean War a seemingly endless supply of uplifted stingers arrived.
Death-dealing monsters ready to sacrifice themselves for the greater scorpion good or whatever cause they believe in.
Jumping into the truck’s cab I crawled into the sleeper and snoozed until daylight when the scorpion armies hide beneath rocks, etc. awaiting the cover of darkness when they can again burst forth seeking human victims.