"Bad Guy!"

A couple of nights ago as I sat down on the edge of my bed to take off my slippers, I felt something crawling on my left ankle. As I looked down at my ankle I saw a scorpion making his way up my leg. Just where does he think he is going? I took my left hand and swished him off as fast as I could. Nothing to ponder here. Don't want a bite from that guy. Then, I discovered I had no idea where that swish landed him. What pursued was a search of most of the room, inclucing my bedding. This is not good just before you are ready to put your head on your pillow for a GOOD night's sleep. However, this is his territory and I am the visitor. I didn't find him , but, one of the glue traps I put down caught him as he wandered the floor around edges of my room in the dark of the night. Sometimes it isn't hard to recognize a bad guy. When they have a tail with a venomous sting, they are a bad guy. Gypsy missed this adventure. She was asleep on the navy blue leather sofa in the living room in the new pink, sheepskin lined dog bed I just purchased for her. I don't know maybe, I should try the pink sheepskin and let Gypsy have my bed. So it goes, here at the cabin, where we are wiling away our days pondering the events great and small of our life in the Texas Hill Country. News from the cabin gang minus one scorpion.