New Flatmate!

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, WHY????

I usually wear my headlamp before bed because my two lighting options are overhead fluorescence or forehead incandescence. You can imagine my superior delight when moments before bed, this little monster scurried past my line of sight. I threw the lights on to be confronted with all 4.5 inches of it's horror. I did what any logical, independent woman would do - threw a shoe at it. Then it ran. Then I screamed. Then I did what any logical, independent woman would do and called for reinforcements. I rang Jared, the only person who I knew would still be up and could coach me through my next move.

He reassures me that the scorpion in my room is not only abnormally large, but quite possibly fatal. So what does he tell me to do? Throw a shoe at it. So I do, and it runs into my clothes (the ones in my closet, not the ones on my body). He tells me to start taking clothes out of my closet one by one, shaking them out until I find it. At this point, I'm curled up on my chair in the fetal position, headlamp on, shivering with fear. Then, he says, "Just watch out, because they can jump."

Flash forward 20 minutes later....

Yeah; there's no way I was going to let myself pass out and be eaten by a scorpion alone. 45 minutes later - No scorpion to be found. Belongings everywhere. Jared has learned to never tell a girl that scorpions can jump again, and I have a new least favorite animal. Arthropod. Nemesis.