scorpio

so, monday night, robin and i went to a birthday party for one of the girls in our class in the centro.
(side note: everybody from class showed up to this birthday party. resulting in an l-shaped combination of four tables and very angry mexican waiters.)

we drank a little bit of sangria, which was delicious at this particular restaurant, and i came back in a very good mood, looking forward to having a silly before bed chat with hudson.

i brushed my teeth, put on pajamas, and was about to sit on my bed. that was when i saw the scorpion resting on the notebook on my bedside table.

cue the "robin! ROBIN!"

i didn't really believe i was seeing the thing, and in my state, i jumped up on her bed and paced around nervously until the calvary of our entire host family came in to help hunt the thing.

my host brother threw my gym clothes, back packs and notebooks around until finally flipping over my nightstand to capture the scorpion with a cup.

the terrifying creature was then transferred to a jar and left outside by the cars to suffocate during the night. usually, i would say that was awful, but in the case i was frightened enough to call it deserved.

apparently, it was just the heat and proximity to the garden. i am hoping that in the 9 days and 8 nights i have left in puebla, in my host home, i never see one again.

shivers.

(may i also say that i've been too scared to get up close to the jar to take a photo of the dead scorpion and that's why there exists no photographic evidence of how huge and bloodthirsty it was? that is all.)