Monday, June 15, 2009

The Wild West

When you move to the Texas Hill Country, you don't have to go out looking for Wild West critters, they come to you.

This well-washed scorpion was still alive when I opened the dishwasher the other morning. Didn't need any coffee after that.

And the six-inch Giant Redheaded Centipede (Scolopendra heros) fell out of Ernest's playbox a day later, for which I'm thankful. The tip-out probably saved Ernest's little pink nose, which he sticks into everything, from a poisonous nip by the centipede's claws.

The critters have a place in these hills. Their kind were on this land when we got here and they'll be here when we're gone.

I just don't want to find them in my bed...


  1. I would have to add my dishwasher and my cat's box (if I had a cat) to my list entitled, "Where I Just Don't Want to Find Scorpions and 6-inch Centipedes."

  2. I saw scorpions all through my house yesterday! Yuk.


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