Armored Protection

If you're reading this for the first time, please be sure to read the prior entry first, entitled, The Wild Outdoors.

Now, you have to know that we had been waiting for this house for such a long time. We saved our money for years and on top of the anticipation and excitement, the months of contract and construction were the longest and hardest 7 months of our lives due to the stresses of moving into a small apartment coupled with William's sudden illness. I say this because this was a dream realized for us and almost nothing could have changed our mind about living here. We set ourselves up for domestic bliss. We arranged for our good friends and neighbors from our old house to build the house next door to ours. We put a gate between our houses in the back yard so that our kids can play freely together. Everything was just as we'd planned it. William's treatments had become routine and his health was stable. Life was settling in to the dream we'd envisioned.

A few days after we closed, the movers had just dropped off our things and we were quite literally living out of boxes. Some were cut open, but nothing was actually unpacked yet. As I stood there meeting a new neighbor, I found myself breathing quickly and panic setting in. There on the sidewalk, just days after our household possessions were delivered I was planning our move - the move OUT of our dream house. Thankfully, the packing would be easy, just some new rolls of tape to reseal everything. We hadn't turned in the keys to the apartment yet, so we could probably just go back there until we found something else. What is it? What could have possibly sparked this little panic-driven break from reality?

Some of you may remember a little incident I had at the age of 16. To sum up, I was living on a tropical island, had the flu and was sleeping day and night on the couch in our furnished rental house. It was after 5 or 6 days that a GIANT spider crawled onto my hand as I tucked a sheet between the cushions, followed by another spider, and another. These spiders, called Donkey Spiders, ranged in size from 4-6 inches in diameter. Anyway, the short version is they were nesting in the couch. The couch I had been sleeping on for a week. ACK! Naturally, I have a pretty intense fear of spiders after that. I still have a physical, panic reaction when faced with a spider, even a relatively small one (all spiders are relatively small after the things that crawled out on me!) though I am improving. Nonetheless, there is one thing I fear more than spiders - that is, scorpions.

My dear new neighbor was just letting me know about the little problem the neighborhood was having with scorpions. I'd encountered a scorpion before on that same tropical island and it was there that I learned that scorpions have a very hard "shell" that protects them from any sprays or killing methods you could attempt from a distance and the only way to really rid yourself of one is to pulverize it with a shoe or other heavy object and it is therefore is rather impervious to the general exterminators tricks. And now you see where my problem lies. We've just moved into a house where the wildlife seems to have issues with my territorial boundaries and one of them is my archenemy.

I returned to my beautiful, new house, stacked high with boxes, and tried to push these irrational thoughts of moving back into apartment life out of my head. I didn't want to leave. I am higher on the food chain and pay a mortgage on this property!! I get dibs on calling this place home. So, again research on removing pests ensued. I completely irrationally thought that having a cat to contain the problem wouldn't be so bad. Millions of people have cats, how bad could it be? But, as I found out, cats won't kill scorpions and we thankfully avoided becoming cat people. Dogs may alert you of the evil intruder, but aren't good killers either and someone has to squash the thing even if Fido sniffs it out.

I called the exterminator the very next day to alert him that every possible avenue for ridding our 1/4 acre of scorpions was to be followed. But he knows the truth, scorpions are pretty impervious and the best we could hope for is to keep them OUTSIDE and to kill their food source.

It was 3 months before we saw our first scorpion. He was outside (thank God!) and Doug easily squished him under the weight of his shoe. Another week passed and we spotted another in the same location. The real miracle was that I did not panic, have a heart attack or call the moving company when we found them.

And do you know what? God provides for our every need. Behind our house are some old rail road tracks piled with stones and in those stones lives a creature I so greatly admire. Around dusk our track dwellers come out, burrow under our fence and make their way around our yard. Some may call them pests themselves, but I call them heroes. I love the look of a thoroughly rooted-through and "aerated" (read: burrowed) flower bed. It's so, so...scorpion-free. You see, Doug saw our little, heroic friend on security duty the other night and carefully averted his path.

Thank you, thank you, my Knight in Shining Armor

Learn more about these fantastic little heros here: Real American Hero
(For the record, yes, I'd rather have leprosy than scorpions.)