There's a Scorpion in My Sink!

Yes, that is correct.

I found a scorpion in one of our bathroom sinks.

There I was, around eight at night, innocently going to the bathroom, which is an en suite attached to the master bedroom.

I go to wash my hands, and I see a sudden movement in the sink.

Needless to say, there should never be any sudden movements in your bathroom sink.

Stuck down at the bottom was an honest-to-goodness scorpion.

I think I have only seen a couple of them in zoo/museum type places, and I had to look up a picture on the internet just to confirm what I thought I saw.  Because I certainly wasn't going to go stare at it.

Hubba-hubba was working overtime at a community festival, and I called him on his cell, which I something I never do when he is working. Especially when he is out and about and not in the office, he tends to be very busy when he is out in the field.

So he picks up his phone and says, "This had better be good."

"There's a freaking scorpion in one of our bathroom sinks!"

"Yeah, that's pretty good."

So he instructed me to cover the sink with something and wait until he got home, which wasn't going to be until after 11pm.  I found a plastic lid from a storage box that wasn't doing anything useful and quickly slipped it over the sink.  Then I weighted that sucker with some stuff, because I read that scorpions can flatten themselves the width of a credit card.

And thus my visions of going to bed early, around 9:30, and relaxing with some music in the bedroom were dashed.  Because there is nothing at all relaxing about a scorpion in your bedroom.

I didn't get to bed until almost midnight.

Well, I think I'm going to have to wait a bit longer for something to break my way.  The universe is sending me some fairly alarming signals.