I survived the first war of the scorpions.
Four years ago I stayed in a duplex located in the countryside for about five weeks. Birds sang, crickets cricketed, and I could see a beautiful lake from my front door.
And I was nervous and on edge for five weeks. Drought bit the Texas countryside at the time and it must have brought out the scorpions. I never saw so many scorpions in my life—in the kitchen sink, climbing on curtains, lurking on the bathroom floor, in the garage.
At the end of five weeks the score was Porter 30, Scorpions 0. That’s how many scorpions felt the pain of the underside of my sandal or whatever I found at hand to whap with.
The music of the countryside sounded like: “Tweet, tweet,” “cricket, cricket,” “WHAM!”
I said the score was 30-0 in my favor but that’s not all the truth. I didn’t get stung but they had me spooked. I was afraid to put my foot on the floor at night without house-shoes. I left my house-shoes on the nightstand or a chair where the little rascals couldn’t sneak in and wait for my innocent toes to wiggle in and stab me with their scorpion stinger.
The truth was that the psychological score was Porter 30, Scorpions 300. They took a lot of joy out of my life.
Although who knows, a mama scorpion who sees a size 11 sandal smash the life out of her beloved young scorpion offspring would probably be traumatized, too.
So maybe it was 300 to 300.
That was why I was a little leery when we moved back into the same apartment recently for five months of visiting churches in the USA.
You know what? The house had been sprayed and I’ve haven’t seen a scorpion, spider or anything except several dead crickets.
And the birds still sing, the crickets, the ones that don’t get too close to the house, still cricket and I’m really enjoying living here. Beautiful countryside. In the morning I step out in front of my house and look at that little lake and praise the Lord.
So, what’s the difference, David? You didn’t get stung last time so what’s the big deal? Continue reading