While we were tucking our new (still nameless) pig into her pen Saturday, Junior spotted this scorpion crawling up a fence post.
There was a brief conversation:
"Dad, there's a scorpion."
"On that post next to you."
"Kill it." (Mrs. FC joins the conversation)
"No, get the razor utility knife out of the JEEP."
While Junior rustled around in the JEEP glove compartment, the scorpion made it to the bottom of the post and began ambling toward where I was kneeling in the sand. I picked up a grass stem and pinned the scorpion's tail to the ground.
He slipped out.
I did it again.
He slipped out.
"What are you DOING Survivor Man?" (Guess who said that?)
"I'm sending him to the detailing shop."
"You're going to get stung."
"No I'm not, ... hurry up with that knife dude."
I pinned the scorpion one more time and unfolded his tail to the last joint with the razor knife.
A quick slice with the knife cleanly removed the stinger at the tip and Mr. Scorpion was now completely harmless.
(Before you get all PETA on me, Arthropods are designed to lose and replace parts ... it's part of the reason they dominate this planet. Besides ... it beats squishing him.)
Above: An absolutely defenseless scorpion. No icky scary fangs like spiders, tiny pincers that are too weak to pinch human skin, and a fairly soft lightly armored body ... why, he's almost likeable.
I said "almost".
The ONLY way this animal can hurt you is it's tail sting and even that is like a wasp sting. Not pleasant, but mostly a momentary irritation.
I offered to let my two helpers hold him, but there were no takers.
I let it crawl around on one arm while I one handed the camera with the other, so as you can imagine I deleted a bunch of out of focus pics. It really did not like arm hair which I suppose was like crawling through a tangly patch of vines for a scorpion.
The only place it would hold still was on the inside of my arm ... where the forest was thinner.
After a short photo session, I let it go in the woods.
And so ends my tail ... heehee.