Mood:  don't ask

I just put a bunch of laundry from the washer into the dryer, and there in the bottom of the washing machine was a dead scorpion.  Not just any scorpion, but one of the little, tan, EXTREMELY POISONOUS* bark scorpions. It was all dead and drowned and limp and everything, but still... yeesh!!! heart attack time. The really creepy thing is, it had been hiding in the kids' laundry! and I was just handling that laundry  I used the fork we use to stir the coals in the grill to lift it up and drop it into our official Nasty Bug Catching Cup, but still, just touching it with a three-foot-long piece of wood and metal gave me the creeps. Icky icky icky. It's still sitting there in the cup in the bottom of the washing machine, waiting for me to work up the intestinal fortitude to dump it outside or flush it down the toilet. But first I had to come do some blog therapy. Gack, that was nasty.

Okay, I've got to go dump it now because I've got two more loads of laundry to do today.

*Usually not deadly to healthy children and adults; my parents live in the scorpion capital of Arizona and have each been stung several times. Extremely EXTREMELY painful for a few days. But if you're very young or very old or have a compromised immune system, it can kill you.