About a week ago, I was in the reading room, nothing but slippers on my feet and my underpants down around my ankles. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a gimps of a shadow on the floor approaching me from the left. There it was. A scorpion about 2-1/2 inches long, claws to stinger. Yes, big enough to cast a shadow!
My feet being shackled by my skivvies, I had no way to stomp on it without launching myself off the throne. Since I was reading my "Guns" magazine, I realized I had a weapon in hand, I bent over and slammed it down on top of the scorpion and commenced to squishing it.
What a gooey mess! Cleanup wasn't pleasant, and it cost me a page out of the magazine.
Since then, I do check ANYTHING I wear prior to dawning it. I also scan the floors, room to room.
Woody
