Reason #1 I Do NOT Heart Tempe
Ah, the first scorpion of spring.
Elvis alerted me to its presence, wedged in the track of my patio door, with only its stinger-y tail sticking out.
I would post a picture, but its demise was swift and violent. No time for a 'before' pic, and the 'after' pic would not have been pretty. I could only get a section at a time. Gruesome, yet satisfying.
And so it begins.
Comments
Guns! Buy guns!
(very brave of Elvis, by the way)
I killed it with a spoon. Much more precise targeting and also handy for clean-up.
Elvis hates scorpions. He'll stay a safe distance away but won't avert his eyes from one until he knows it's dead and deader.
Silly - they aren't EVERYWHERE in Arizona. I just happen to be in a 'scorpion-zone'. I have neighbors that have never seen one.
The new exterminator seems to be doing a good job. Also, I have my own chemicals and fancy tools like strategically placed double-sided tape. I call it playing Stalingrad - The Home Version.
Scorpions weren't on my brain when I bought the place. Where I had been living, they weren't even an issue so I hadn't thought about it.
Other than that, I love my little place and the location. Plus, the mortgage is a pittance so it's incentive enough to stay and put up with these little poisonous nuisances.
A pet mongoose - or is that snakes?
maybe you need to attract roadrunners