You have heard me describe Pair – O – Dykes ranch like that, haven’t you?? As 40 acres of “scrub, scorpions and sand”? Did you think I was joking? I was cleaning out the deep freeze the other day and I came across this:
frozen scorpion desert thornesworld
Can you see through that foggy, frosty, plastic peanut butter jar well enough to view the contents?? Bwahahahaha…
Ya know, that Pioneer Woman has a lot; but I’ll just bet ya she doesn’t have one of these.
A couple of Summers ago, my beautiful Son in Law moved back here to the ranch with my daughter. hearts queen's spade
Now, he’s a city boy- or he was before he lived here, and he learned about a few things while he did.
Most importantly, wear gloves. I won’t embarrass him by telling you that he jumped 3 feet in the air and screamed like a girl when he saw this little beauty; oh, wait- I just did! Hehehe. I think he’ll forgive me; he’s an awfully good natured young man, and he loves his crazy “Moms”. (Besides, I came running to his rescue when he hollered.) He was moving a stack of wood when this little guy charged him (or so he claims… *wink)
desert scorpion
Spade: “OMG, Moms, will you look at that thing?”
Thornie: “That’s a good sized one. Maybe 5 inches from tail to teeth. hehe. Shall we keep him?”
I ran inside and grabbed my trusty kitchen tongs (yes, Shelly; out here they are good for more than turning bacon!) and the jar and grabbed the scorpion by the tail. He was kinda pissed, but he settled right down when I put him in the freezer. Cooled him off, you might even say.
Okay, okay… I can’t help it.
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman if…
…you keep a scorpion in the deep freeze.
Jest keepin’ it real in Thornesworld!
Peace, out!