I have this recurring dream ever since we found scorpions at our home 2 years ago. Oh, and also Black Widows. Since I am the one who goes out hunting for them at night, I very often dream they are in my bed. I jump up, throw back the covers until my husband tells me I'm crazy and to go back to bed.
Last night, 2 hours into my slumber, I jumped up, threw back the covers, tore off my shirt and as my husband was looking at me like I was crazy, I assured him that this was the real deal. He then jumped up too and the bed was stripped in a matter of seconds. Maybe I willed it into my bed with my dreams or maybe they were out to get me because I killed their family. In any case, I got stung right there on my delicate baby feeder with the bonus round of my finger that I used to flick it off. Two for one. Seriously irritated. Even worse, we cannot find him. We tore the room apart and used a black light and he is no where to be found. How can something that little make you feel like a machete was pulled on you during the night. Now, I have just two hours of sleep under my belt and a schedule that makes me tired just to look at not to mention my throbbing girlfriends. 16 two/three year olds will be parading through my house soon so I will pretend that I am fully rested and ready to party. The show must go on.
There are few things that I hate in this world but scorpions are one of them. Really, why did they need to be created?
My friends out there, what do you do to get rid of these unwanted demons? Any tips? A war has now been waged. My personal bubble has been big time violated.