I sat on a scorpion yesterday. It was just a small one.
jeans had been carelessly thrown onto the bedroom chair, with one leg hanging down. Mr.
Scorpion apparently crawled up onto 'em during the night.
glad he chose "onto" rather than "into."
I pulled on the jeans and sat
down to tie my shoes, then walked into the kitchen to pick up my keys. My lovely
wife asked, "Did you poop your pants?" This woman has a charmingly delicate way with
She pointed at a huge wet spot on my butt. I replied, "Hm. Don't
think so." When you get to my age, you can't rule out things. Unspeakable
things. Things the kids casually dismiss.
So we retraced my steps, and saw the
crushed scorpion on the chair.