A few years ago, I had backpacked into a beautiful subalpine lake with my wife and another couple, who brought their good ol uncle Sid. I don’t spend much time with Sid, and it’d been years since we’d hung out, but he always makes me laugh and has greatly deepened my appreciation of my wife’s favorite band Phish. I always liked Phish, but something about hanging with uncle Sid helped the music really make sense.
The first morning at the lake, right about the time Sid came to join us all after breakfast, I went for a little dip. When I came back to my clothes that I’d left on a rock and put them on, I felt a poke in my arm and a squirm in my sleeve. I instinctively swatted at it and shook my arm to get it out. As I saw the scorpion scurry out of my sleeve, I realized the colors of my shirt were pretty close to the lichen on the rocks and had made a reasonable place for Lil Scorpie to hide.
I’d never seen a scorpion in the region, but I knew they were around and
should have been more careful. This was my first time being stung, so just in case of swelling I took off my wedding ring and put it in a safe place.
That was a good idea, as I was very distracted by Sid’s extremely strong personality for the next 12hrs. At one particular crescendo in our interaction, when I felt overwhelmed by empathy for all things, I shouted to the void “I hope I didn’t hurt you Scorpie!”. I imagined being that lil fella, just checking out a sweet (but Kindof smelly) new cave that somehow suddenly appeared in my territory, when all the sudden I am attacked by a giant fleshy pink thing trying to push me out of my new home. Of
course I would have stung! Any respectable scorpion would.
For me, the human, it turned out to be no worse physically than a non allergic hornet sting, but I do think it made Sid’s personality seem a even stronger than usual. Sunset over the
water was all the more beautiful, and I hope lil Scorpie is still enjoying his view to this day.