Yes do tell.
Alright.
For some reason, that apartment had little scorpions in it and it wasn't even on the ground level. They were wise and taught me how to not live like a total bachelor.
Leave pants on floor. Scorpions go in pants. I put pants on. Feel pinch and weight dangling. Feel liquid fire sting. Scream. Rip pants off. Shake them out. Smash with book. Sit bareassed at PC, dangling one of the little bastards by its tail, and frantically search to see what species they were. They were Carolina Devils. Harmless; the pain and little welts would disappear within fifteen minutes or so.
Jesus that is a true campfire horror.
cringes
After 18 spider bites in a month, I shook out shoes, clothes, bedding. 30 years later and more northern country? Some habits are worth keeping
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