I should have been prepared. The looks of gut-wrenching horror on the Buggs’ faces should have tipped me off.

They did not.

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The Buggs are waving their arms in fright, expressions of unspeakable terror on their faces.

The text reads: “Buggly 2, 2013: Text me when you want to see why they are afraid.”

So I texted Loki, who sent back this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK SCORPIONS IN THE BATHROOM BURN DOWN THE HOUSE BURN IT ALL.

And yes, his first thought upon finding a scorpion in our bathroom was to trap it and DO A BUGG DRAWING TO GO WITH IT.

I just do not even.

(I guess it goes without saying that I really hate scorpions — or most any other bug, really, except the Buggs, or anything that is cute or pretty or won’t kill me. Scorpions are fucking prehistoric, evil little fucks, they way they come at you, waving their front arm things and basically all “COME AT ME IF YOU THINK YOU’RE TOUGH ENOUGH, ASSHOLE” and even though a good boot to the head will squish them, I still scream* and run away and make Loki deliver the deathblow, because I’m pretty sure they are capable of coming back to life and chasing me all over the house. And now I’ve given myself the worst case of Crawling Skin I’ve had in years.)

* My “OMG A BUG” scream is legendary.