Ugh. Scorpions. When I lived in NV we were warned of the little ones that just looked like string in the carpet; never saw them, though. What I did encounter was a humongous phosphorescent one on the front walkway as I ventured out (pre-coffee) to fetch the morning paper. A little more girth on the thing and I could've saddled it. Needless to say, the concrete garden bunny arrived like Monty Python's 16-ton weight. Gave it a couple of good grindings and then went inside to tell DH he had some cleanup duty to do.
Don't mess with Mama before she's had her coffee!
Don't mess with Mama before she's had her coffee!