29 September 2011
Interesting wildlife...if you are squeamish, don't look at this post!
You might think that your first reaction to seeing your first scorpion is to scream or maybe pass out. That's what I thought too. But weirdly, the first time I saw one I was dumbstruck, frozen, paralyzed, and it took about 3 minutes to recover enough to point in the direction where the scorpion had been (I'm guessing he took off so fast because he could sense my impending nervous breakdown). Then in a tiny whisper I said to my husband: I think I just saw a scorpion. Then I sat down. I think what may have happened is that my brain has never seen one of these things up close and personal, and thus it took my brain a couple hundred seconds to scan through my memory banks to first figure out what it is (not a spider, not a centipede, etc), then my brain had to figure out the correct response (run, scream, cry, employ flame thrower, etc).
The second time I encountered a scorpion, it didn't take a millisecond for me to react. Strange thing about scorpions: they are BOLD. They don't scurry away like spiders. Nope. They sort of sit there looking at you as if to say: yeah, you caught me red-handed, now what are you gonna do about it, eh baby? Then they will click their claws a few times and stare you down. Like the one I found in the shower today. He was a tiny little fellow near the drain, so I sprayed him with the shower head expecting him to run away or at least get washed down the drain. That did not happen. He slowly walked away from the water, then shook himself off, clicked his claws a few times (I think to dry them off and make sure they still worked) and then he sat there looking at me, and I'm sure he was thinking (in a John Wayne voice no less): you shouldn't have done that little lady.
Um, I'm not proud of what happened next, but it was me or him, and well, let's just say that a wooden clog took care of the situation. You may think the wooden clog was excessive force, but the other thing I learned about scorpions is that they have a rather hard shell. If you hit them with a fly swatter or a slipper they will simply laugh maniacally at you. The only thing that works is something really hard that can crush the shell. And (here's the squeamish part) it will make an awful CRUNCH sound.
Scorpions like to hide out in warm and dark places like: the cuffs on your jeans hanging over the chair at night, the socks you left on the floor and thought that maybe you'd wear one more day, curtains, shoes, slippers...I'll stop now. Before doing anything at all now when I'm in Istria or anywhere along the coast, I shake things out before using them. And I say a little tiny prayer.
Now, if you thought scorpions were bad, wait until I tell you about the Buick-sized grasshoppers that are so big people hire them out to help move appliances. I made that last part up. But they are big. I'm getting up the nerve to take a picture of one...but my screaming shakes the camera and the pictures end up looking like those smudgy Loch Ness Monster pictures...which I can only imagine were taken while a) screaming, and b) running away.
But all that is for some time in the future. Right now, there's espresso to be made and enjoyed. And hazelnuts to be shelled.
Ah, complete bliss, except for the scorpion part.