Wednesday, September 10, 2008

just so you don't think i'm too spoiled



The other night, while I was re-reading the 6th Harry Potter and getting nervous about Voldermort and his tricks (I've forgotten everything that happened in the book), I looked up to see a scorpion (pictured above) crawling up my mosquito net, from the inside, meaning that just before he had been in my bed. This not being my first experience with a scorpion, I knew what to do; I ran out, grabbed the poison and killed it. Unfortunately, in the process I inundated my bed with the insect poison and had to spend the night on the couch.

The previous scorpion attack is an even better story, but as I didn't take a picture of it, I never posted about it on my wall. It happened while I was putting make-up on one day. After applying my mascara, I looked in the mirror only to discover, to my horror, I scorpion sitting on my head. I flipped out and started screaming, but no one heard me, so I figured that the best thing to do would be to gently put my head down on the bed and hope the creature crawled off. Luckily it did, but then it hid somewhere in my sheets. My host mom came to the rescue and sprayed insect poison everywhere, in the process killing him, but like this time, forcing me to wash my recently-cleaned sheets. And if any of you have had to wash sheets by hand, you know it's almost as annoying as finding a scorpion on your head.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

They must like you!

Barbara Lahav will sympathize after she found one in her shoe at Mandevu. I also remember that Denise got bitten by one in South Africa when she was about 12 - it was incredibly painful.

Abba

Alana said...

laughing so hard right now

Unknown said...

fine, just write me out of the story completely... see if i'll come to help the next time the scorpions show up...

GABO ARORA said...

that harry potter better have been in spanish!

mimima said...

omg omg, im so sorry

Candas said...

So I'm obviously replying to this post a month later, but what I know must be shared. As if Nat didn't respect you for what you're doing already, he all out thinks you're super human for dealing with that thing. And frankly, so do I.