"I awoke, as usual, at 3 a.m., and had a drink of juice. Crawled back into bed, felt a tickle on my left arm, went to scratch, and felt a sharp sting on tip of my middle finger--scorpion! I leaped out of bed, with Linda, startled awake, quick behind me. Slathered sting ointment all over my finger, wrapped an ice cube against it, and took an anti-histamine pill. Of course, creeped out now and wide awake, we dare not get back into that bed. And I had just been thinking, we've seen so few insects during this drought.
Worst thing--it's my principal typing finger, so my mails may be abbreviated for a few days.
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