As with bats and London buses, you see none for years and then two arrive at the same time. Last night as I went to bed I was confronted by a scorpion on the bedroom wall. After much balancing on a rickety chair with a spatula and an empty tea-bag box I managed to chuck him out the window.
Then, no more than an hour ago Marta found another one in the bathroom sitting on the toilet paper. This one didn’t get the soft-shoe treatment and is now resting in that scorpion nest in the sky.
We’re going to keep the windows closed.
Stay tuned for more updates from the Tuscan jungle & if we don’t come home, you know why!