Let me set this up: so I'm moving one of my chooks' waterers to a shadier spot. I hand it to my mom out the kennel door so she can refill it, then grab the cinder block we put the waterer on. Lo and behold! Beetles! Naturally, I immediately say "Hey girls! Lookit!" and they start pecking inquisitively.
And then there's a flash of pastel yellow and I am crushing the bejeezus out of a three-inch scorpion. Stomp. Stomp. Vehement squishing.
I lift my foot and it's nowhere to be found, so I assume I just pulverized it to bits (yeah, me and my leg strength of a newborn mouse). The day is saved!
Except now Mimi has the (very much dead, but very much not-pulverized) scorpion in a death grip. -facepalm-
I grab her unceremoniously, hold her head outside the kennel door, and give her a good shake. "DROPPIT." Shake. Shake. Shaaaaaake. Not budging. My mom had to force her beak open and chuck the poor scorp corpse away.
So that's what my chickens did today. XD