The “novella” edits are done and have been sent to the editor. After which I decided to take a wee nap on the couch because I felt a bit tired.
I slept for four hours. And Then I went to bed at a normal time and slept some more. The edit took a lot of braining. OMG, we worked so hard on that thing. This is what happens when you stuff a novel sized idea into half the word count. Argh.
Also, the night before that, as I was about to drift off, Gordon came into the bedroom and said he needed me for firepower and moral support. We have French doors in the living room and those doors are the main exit/entrance for the dogs and cats. We have a couple of senior dogs and in the morning and evenings, the door stays pretty much open. Pets go out and bugs come in.
As a proper Southern woman, I wanted a screen door. Well, apparently, the French doors are installed in such a way that a screen door won’t work. They open to the outside, etc. So a few weeks ago I broke down and bought a magnetic door screen. Here I will link it for you, because you will ask in the comments. As always, it’s not an affiliate link. I was hesitant about the purchase at first, because it’s not the most esthetically pleasing look to have the screen hanging in your living room, but I got so fed up with flies that I stopped caring.
Anyway, I was super happy to get the screen up. It was an easy install. Basically you attach self-adhesive Velcro around the doorframe, tack it down with provided tacks, and then fit the screen on it. I even bought one in a proper size that fit over the wide doors. The dogs and cats learned to use it quickly, the screen snaps together well, and we have less flies.
Back to the night before last. After Gordon’s ER trip, we had an exterminator spray all around the property. So it’s midnight. I follow my husband out. He has salad tongs and a bucket of water.
Me: … ?
Gordon: Look at the door.
There are strange things sticking out of the screen on the left side, where Velcro attaches to the door frame. I look closer. Six scorpions, tails curled out.
One right above the other along the door frame.
They looked dead, probably from poison the exterminator sprayed. Somehow they crawled up and go stuck in Velcro. So I went and got a fly swatter, just in case. And then Gordon proceeded to pull dead scorpions out with tongs and toss them into the water bucket. There are still some chunks of scorpions stuck to the screen that we can’t get out.
I wish I had taken a picture of the scorpions for you, but I was focused on scorpion extermination at the time.
So, a good buy on the screen. Ten out of ten.
So I shared the scorpion adventures on Facebook and Rachel Vincent, who by the way has an interesting looking book coming out soon, commented and said, “Years ago, I found one in my bed, flung it off the covers, then got stung when I stood up. Fun night.”
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night. My pillow fell on the floor. Guess who spent good 5 minutes beating and shaking the pillow to make sure there were no scorpions in there?
I used to check the locks before bed. Now I check the screens and the window shades. And rugs in the bathroom. Just in case. #ParanoiaRUs