
I grabbed my phone and hopped on the stools and called my sister. Not taking my eyes off the scorpion. She answered and I asked her what I do when I find a scorpion under her couch. She couldn't believe it but told me " I will freakin kill you if you let that scorpion go in my house" . I told her she could go ahead and kill me b/c I wasn't touching it. Oh.. and she told me if I got stung I needed to go right to the hospital. Ohh and that they are really fast. Real comforting. Where it was sitting...if I were to move the couch it would take off running. I was not about to chase a scorpion around that could sting me and make me go to the hospital. Thanks but no Thanks. So she called her neighbor who sent her husband over with 2 other guys from their ward. One had a plastic baseball bat. So they come in and are like that's a huge one. They all look at it. Move the couch and he hits it and all i hear is "it's fake". I couldn't stop laughing. So I called Carly and she was laughing just as hard. Yes,everyone I'm retarded and it turns out it was my nephew Cooper's transformer toy. In my defense all those guys thought it was real until they whacked it with a bat. I was laughing so hard. It was really bright in the room but it was far enough back under her couch that it had a shadow over it and I refused to get too close to it. My cousin later informed me that "scorpions are red" WHO KNEW?

5 comments:
LOL! What a funny story! I can't tell you how many times I ran into scorpions when we lived down there! I did the same thing you did...hop on the chair and keep an eye on it until Ryan got home! LOL! I don't miss that at all! You are lucky it was fake though!
Okay I'm still laughing and I got to hear it in person! How funny!!! Hopefully you don't actually meet a live one!
That is to funny. Jay and I both laughed at that one. I am glad that it wasn't real. I could see myself doing the same thing. I freak with spiders I could only imagine what I would do with a scorpion!
Ha, That is too funny!
hahaa. i love this story so much.
miss you, cass.
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