Sunday, July 12, 2009
Maggie - Fearless Scorpion Hunter
I must pay some attention and honor to Maggie, the Fearless Scorpion Hunter.
Last night as I was preparing to go to bed, Maggie came into the bedroom. All of a sudden she yelped, jumped, started rubbing her face on the carpet, and using her paw to brush or scratch near her face. I immediately suspected she had made contact with a scorpion.
I went over to look for the critter. Maggie regained her composure and joined in the search. She knew I was after what had disturbed her. I watched where she placed her nose. I moved the kitty door stop, examined the carpet and baseboards behind the door. The carpet is a cinnamon color which makes spotting a scorpion difficult. Maggie tentatively sniffed the night light, ever ready to draw back, we went down a short hall with her sniffing the carpet, went back to the bedroom door and moved the door stop again. Finally, the culprit was spotted poised and ready to strike again on the left ear of the kitty door stop -- the one I had been moving away from the door several times but instead had grabbed the right ear.
Not to risk losing the little critter, I picked up the door stop, carried to the tile floor, shook it, the scorpion dropped off, I smashed it with my weapon -- a fireplace shovel. Maggie inspected the dead critter, I swept it up and dumped it outside.
Maggie now knows she will get lots or praise and treats when she discovers a lurking scorpion. I would write an ode or a poem if I could. But, alas, odes and poems are not my forte.
Until next time, God bless.