Under Glass
I made an eep noise like a little girl. Not my proudest moment. It took several seconds for the dissonance to clear and the pattern recognition to kick in. There in the middle of my kitchen floor was a huge scorpion. One evil inch of the stuff nightmares are made of. I grab a glass and trying to not eep anymore cover the beast with it.
I flash to a talk given by Ranger Scott from The Riparian Institute. The bigger the claws the lesser the, uh, venomousity (was that the word he used?). I peek through the glass. Everything being relative, and this thing being the first scorpion I have ever seen, how big is big?
