Johnny L.A., I refuse to be anyones breakfast, lunch, or dinner!
Watch out for Spider Women in Minnesota. So have you ever thought of doing one of the Minnesota Dope Fests with us?
Exactly so,featherlou. No scorpions, centipedes, snakes, or palmetto bugs. No tornadoes, tsunamis, or hurricanes, either. The odd earthquake, but not much there either.
There’s a running joke among us that we’re too wimpy to live down South.
I do, however, still reserve the right to whine about six consecutive weeks of -30C. We must all have our crosses to bear, y’know.
Well.
You’re on a first name basis with the scorpion. I mean “Edwardo”.
So you did sleep with him. 
Which one of you got the wet spot?
Eduardo?
The name of your freakishness is Eduardo?
Heh.
Hee Apparently so… just ask my twin bro, who ran up and down the passage at 2 in the morning screaming his head off (apparently… I wasen’t there and he was sleeping in my bed) <g>) ohhh I am glad I wasent there, ouch.
And I forgot to add “stomp on the fucker, never mind feeding it!”
No! He’s gonna be my buddy. You can’t kill him.
I still need to put him in my dad’s bed.
OK, so Eduardo wasn’t looking to great today - in fact, not moving at all. Still, I am convinced (especially after having watched a PBS special several years ago) that it is incredibly hard to kill these fuckers without using heavy objects, devices that spew fire, or petrochemicals. So, not believing his “Oh, I’m so dead! Look at me! Now pet me!” routine, I gave him a soda bottle cap full of water and a few live ants (teeny ones, no crickets handy yet) and have put him (still safely secured in his ventilated mayonnaise jar prison) out in the sun. I’m thinking the house was too cool and humid and dark for his tastes.
I find it odd that I’m mollycodling the very BEAST that tried to EAT me the other night. (Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean.) Monster, I expect payback for this endeavor, and I think we both know what that means…
Chocolate. 
Esprix
Damn you. Damn you to a fiery scorpion pit. I was sipping my nice warm coffee when my curiousity got the better of me and I nearly spilt it all over myself from shuddering.
Once again, I repeat: Damn you.
:eek ARGH! ESPRIX!!
Not a glass jar in the SUN!!! You might as well just stick him under a magnifying glass!!!
The one’s we have at work hardly move at all. Some species are pretty nocturnal too. He’s probably already fried, but on the off chance bring him in NOW! If you have a plant spray bottle, better give him a quick, very light squirt too.
HA! Esprix has found an environmentally sound alternative to Microwave-Induced Nuclear Death! And sunshine (if Hollywood has taught us anything) doesn’t create giant mutants!
Esprix, I commend you and award you the title: Scorpion Slayer Extrordinare!
Fenris, still shuddering.
DAMN those things are creepy. I officially have the major heebie-jeebies.
They look like a combination of nasty spider, cockroach, and wasp all rolled into one.
::shudder::
Zette
Congrats.
You may have just identified something that would freak me out more than spiders. Thanks. I needed that additional heebie jeebie in my life. I owe you one.
shudder
shudder, shudder
I wouldn’t have even been able to contain it. I would have left and slept on the porch until Joel came home and I’d sign my soul over to him in exchange for the death of said thing. And I would have been a weeping wreck for about a day or two. I’m not a bug person.
Nice reaction ExTank.
shudder
Oh, why, WHY did people post those pictures? I shall never sleep again.
And Esprix, you are much braver than I. My roomates would have been awoken in a second with the screams.
Haw, that’s nothin’. I’ve had one crawl up my arm. They were having an interactive display at the National Zoo. Valkyrie insisted I completely disinfect myself once I got home and she heard about it.
Damn, issa bug! They feed it dog food.
Oh, as regards OP - seconded on NOT keeping the jar out in the sun. There’s a reason scorpions like to hide under rocks and stuff and it’s not because they can jump out and scare you easier that way. They like it dark and cool.
Putting him out in the sun with water and ants, it seems, was a last-ditch effort. I fear… <sniffle> Eduardo may have ceased to be.
FUCK YEAH!
I am da MAN! Torturer and Slayer of Scorpions am I! DIE you little fuckwad - DIE DIE DIE! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
<ahem>
Perhaps, in retrospect, I ought to have named him Osama.
I’ll check him again when I get home, but I’m not holding out hope. Monster, I’d offer to get you another one, but that would involve me WIGGING OUT again, so get thee nigh to a fucking pet store.
Esprix
Oh, I feel your pain. I thought it was bad when I had to check for rattlesnakes when I camped out in Gilroy, CA… then I learned about the brown recluse spider. That was WALKING on our KITCHEN FLOOR in the HOUSE! shudder Every single spider became a brown recluse to me. “Is THAT a brown recluse?” “That’s GOT to be a brown recluse.” Heh.
Esprix, have you paused to consider the previous causes of what compelled that scorpion to go into your room? Have you any idea of the forces of evolution behind getting Eduardo there? If you really understood Eduardo’s motivations, you wouldn’t have taken measures to kill him.
Now all you’ve done is to provoke a response from the other scorpions in the area.
[sub]Figured I’d get to it first…[/sub]
I weep for Eduardo.