He hitched a ride with us home from Texas. Honestly, we thought he would be dead. And I was okay with Bridger having two dead pet scorpions. Then my husband pulled him out of the reusable bag it was stowed in and said, “It’s Alive!” Cue eerie haunted mansion music.
We transferred the scary little shit to Snappy’s (R.I.P. Snappy) old cage and right now it is living in the main floor bathroom. You totally want to come visit me now, right? It is strangely fascinating. Last night I took the Wood’s lamp out (my daughter has vitiligo) and shined it in the cage (as Scorpius was devouring a cricket). Kind of cool. But not really. Super freaky.
Did you know that scientists froze scorpions for an extended period of time and when they thawed them back out, the scorpions came back to life like nothing ever happened. Goosebumps.
So we have a pet scorpion and I am not really sure about this whole deal. Bridger is ecstatic, mommy and daddy not so much.
This is not a scorpion. In case you were wondering. It’s a bracelet. It’s pretty.
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