Dinner time. I go downstairs to fix myself an omelette, and what do I find? This little fella, hiding in the sink.
Yes. It’s a scorpion. I don’t know if it’s dangerous or toxic, but I wasn’t going to find out either. They often say the littlest are the most deadly (or is that spiders?). How it got there, God knows, but it’s not something you see everyday, especially in the UK. In truth, it’s not something I see everyday in Honduras, but it’s the third I’ve seen in the house in three years. I imagine in rural areas they’re a regular occurrence.
I was told to kill it by members of a WhatsApp group. I can’t do that. Just too much of a softie. Only in a matter of extreme survival would I kill something (barring a certain types of snakes).
In Mexico they kill them and coat them in sugar to create candy. I’m not that ballsy. This one doesn’t look meaty enough, anyway. I in fact put it outside far from the house using a pot. In fact I put it near a neighbour’s house, who we dislike. I’m that type of person.
Only joking! (Or am I?)
Let’s just say it’s far enough away from the house to return.