Grace pointed. Jack yelled “crab!” Our family church night came to a quick stop. 
  
This guy was stretched out on Breanna’s leg. Breanna said she just thought Grace was surprised she was still in a swimsuit under her robe! Before she could subconsciously brush her leg, I told her to stop..

When I told her there was a scorpion on her thigh, her eyes got pretty wide. I tried to figure out the best and painless approach to get it off her… Insect spray: too slow; pliers: too risky; cardboard to scrape it off: potential for scorpion to freak out and sting her.

“Can you please just brush it off or something?”

So I grabbed a broom and swept it off. 

Then we killed it, while trying to keep Jack from trying to play with it.

Now, back to our sermon podcast.

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And now, Grace’s Version:

The beast lay flat, it’s tail low, as if it could hide. But no such creature can escape the gaze of a Lokian, especially a female such as myself.

I bravely charged into the fray, or I would have, had I not thought of pulling my brother to safety. So instead my father, brandishing a weapon, went in my place, boldly challenging the monster.

Jack, the poor child, screamed “Crab! Crab!”, so traumatized was he. I could not join the battle in my worries for him, and so was forced to stand by as my father brought out his finest weapon, spelling D-O-O-M, while the monster’s almost-victim fled to safety.

In its last spasms, the monster battled its way outside, where perhaps it will be found and buried by some horrible relations, who will seek revenge… And I, guardian of Container House, with my trusty family at my side and a little behind, will be ready.