Yesterday I had a kind of important lunch for work, so I wore a black dress with ruffles on the top and brought a white jacket to wear over it to the lunch.
Lunch went well and when I got back to the car I took the white jacket off so as not to have a heat stroke.
I went straight to a coffee meeting from lunch, where I was stood up. So I ordered an iced coffee and headed back to the office.
I got in the elevator at the office and looked in the mirror.
Luckily I was alone in the elevator because I noticed that there was something on my dress under the ruffle and thought to myself, Oh no, I hope that there wasn't something on my dress all during lunch.
Then I realized that it was a scorpion!
I am not kidding you - I freaked out! I started screaming and trying to get it off me. I broke my badge and it fell to the floor. Then I temporarily lost the scorpion.
When I found it, it was trying to crawl away on the floor of the elevator, but I killed it!
There are a variety of theories as to where the scorpion came from:
Match thinks that it had been in the jacket.
Big T thinks that it crawled up a wall or a tree and fell on me.
Either way, I am getting tired of the scorpions. I don't like them!
I don't like them at all.
And now I feel like things are crawling on me all of the time.