When I was 4, my parents built the house where I grew up. Back then, it was out in the country. For the first year at least, some of the wildlife wasn't ready to admit the space they occupied was no longer theirs. Scorpions were one of the longest hold outs, as they were constantly making their way inside. According to my parents, I was four so don't really remember, but I was very good at chasing them without getting too close to get stung. I'm assuming the parental units told me they would sting and I'd get hurt/ouchy/etc. Guess I actually listened.
The checking shoes by banging them is just muscle memory now.
Now, I like to use blacklights to find them at night.
The checking shoes by banging them is just muscle memory now.
Now, I like to use blacklights to find them at night.
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