Scorpion

This morning I asked my host brother how you say scorpion in Spanish. He said it's the same. I was relieved, because then it was easier for me to ask him to kill the scorpion in my bedroom. 

I had that silver mug over the little tyrant. He was hiding in my underwear stack (I don't have drawers here.) Looks like I really dodged a bullet there. Here's Eric picking up the scorpion with some pliers. He never wears a shirt, so that's not weird. 

Wooo, he killed it! 

My host mom said the scorpion must have come down from the ceiling in the middle of the night. I'll be tucking my mosquito net extra tight around my mattress tonight...