So when it caught my eye again as I was headed upstairs after dinner, I stopped to take a closer look.
Oh, you can't quite see it?
Yup. Absolutely, positively, yet another scorpion.
I figured it was dead. I mean, it had been sitting in the same spot, exactly halfway up our staircase, all day long. Surely it was dead. Right?
Yea, um, no. When my husband fetched a broom and dustpan and tried to sweep it up? It ran away. After much poking and prodding, he managed to sweep it up and evict it from the premise.
This one was smaller than either of the previous two. But it was also the first not found in the kitchen. And, oh hey, by the way, how in the heck does a scorpion not longer than my thumb manage to climb halfway up a staircase?!