What are the Odds?

Scorpions are sort of a fact of life here in the desert.  I guess.  No one really told me that before moving here.  We get them sometimes.  Like 8 inside the house during the six years we've lived here.  That's some for me.  I don't like it.  It creeps me out completely, but what are you gonna' do?  Move out?  Umm...if I'm totally honest, sometimes I think about it.  But then my logic comes back.

Either that or I talk to my brother who tells me to suck it up.

But what are the odds that tonight, when I have a number of women over for a movie night, we have to see two of them!  Seriously??

When I opened the front door to welcome my first two guests, their first words were, "Uh, you have a scorpion in your driveway."

Now doesn't that just say "Welcome to my lovely home?"  Super great first impression.  I was so proud, but...C'mon.  It's outside.  Nature's a drag.  What can I say?  So I killed it and didn't think much about it.

But then, when I reached in the back of the cupboard for the big, plastic, popcorn bowl that I don't use very often, and found a scorpion inside it?...um...Yikes!!!  Now maybe some people could handle that kind of situation quietly and subtlely, but I'm not one of those people.  I called a code red to Mr. Wicke--loudly and repeatedly--which he did NOT answer!  Something about changing clothes up in our closet or some such nonsense.  Anyway, one of my brave friends fought the battle with me.  She's a native Arizonian.  Turns out Windex kills scorpions.  Who knew?

Anywhoo, everyone was a little jumpy after that despite my assurances that we really hardly ever see those nasty things in the house.  Really we don't, but  I'm not sure they believed me.  I wouldn't.  I mean those are some crappy odds.

Why doesn't that surprise me?