I totally forgot to tell you about my wildlife adventure!
Very early Sunday morning, when I tapped out of the house party, I went down to my room to wash my face and lie down for bed. I was in the bathroom, washing the day off. As I turned the water off, I heard one of my friends knocking on the door.
"Pumpkin, did you bring nail polish remover with you?", he asked.
I was coming out of the bathroom to say that I hadn't. It went something like this:
"No, sweetie, I left all that stuff in Dal...SCORPION! SCORPION! THERE'S A SCORPION IN MY ROOM!!"
I opened the door and ran past my friend and down the hallway.
"Fix it! Oh my god! Do something! SCORPION!!"
"I'm on it.", he said. I went upstairs, and outside onto the smoking patio. More friends were out there.
"I thought you were going to bed?", one of them said.
"Well, I totally was, but there's a scorpion in my room."
"Oh, cool! I want to see it"
"Well, I put someone in charge of it."
And I went back downstairs. I peered around the corner.
"Did you handle it?" I asked.
"Yes. It's dead."
"Are you *sure* it's dead."
"Yep. It's in pieces. You want to come double-check?"
"Um, no, but be careful cleaning it up. I don't want its corpse to sting you."
"I'm on it.", he reassured me.
As he was cleaning it up, my other friend came down the stairs, holding a glass.
"Where is it?", he asked with wonder in his eyes.
"It's dead.", I replied.
"You killed it?"
"No, your brother did. What was your plan?"
"I was gonna set it free." He seemed almost dejected.
"Oh. Well I like the killing plan better, since it now cannot come back in here."
Then I spent a solid 30 minutes looking through all of my clothes and bedding making sure there wasn't another scorpion, waiting to catch me when I was asleep and vulnerable.