My lab got up about 1/2 an hour ago to go investigate something REALLY interesting in the hallway.
He starts dancing around excitedly and I hear his collar jangling all over the place, then he yips a bit and comes back in the room hopping on 3 legs, licking a forepaw.
I go and investigate... he picked a fight with a mama bark scorpion. Babies on the back and all.
I grab a shoe and SPLAT! her in a way that would make LadySmith proud (if she's proud of broad-spectrum splatting of mama/baby arachnids, at least), then realize I haven't done my scorpion spraying in about 2-3 months.
My puppy's all ouch-faced looking at me as I fill up the sprayer, and I run around the house hitting all the corners and baseboards with my nuclear-bio-chem death juice. I killed a total of 5 scorpions in the last 1/2 hour. Oops.
Must. spray. more. often.
Greenie-treats for my puppy, though. Poor guy.