Apocalypse Now - or the day before yesterday, anyway

On Monday night, I found myself waking up one hour after going to sleep and remained stuck that way until near midnight (*). So I got up, went to the fridge and was pouring some milk when I noticed something on the floor that almost made me jump out of my skin.

A vinegarone scorpion.

Those guys are harmless, but a 2-inch black arthropod inside one's house is a creepy sight. And while they don't have stingers, their pincers look quite mean. I tried to catch it in a container, without success, and it scurried back under the fridge. Now, I could have let things be, but I knew what Sue's reaction would be when SHE'd see the big bug. So I moved the fridge away from the wall until I could see the scorpion. I still tried to catch it and it still wouldn't cooperate so I wound up killing it. I felt bad about it and not just because its kind eats insects.

And did I tell you of the time our youngest doguette tried to play with a tarentula in the backyard?

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(*) In other words, this happened just before 6-6-6, but it was 6-6-6 on the East Coast at that time, so does this qualify as an Apocalypse-related event? Or am I reaching?