As I was taking down the tent, this little scorpion was disturbed from his hiding place. Apparently he had been taking shelter under the floor of the tent. I didn't mind- and was glad he didn't choose a boot or shoe to hide in, as they like to do.
It made me wish more people were like that scorpion. As long as I didn't attack him, he didn't attack me. We each went on about our lives unharmed by the other.
Kind of sad to think a scorpion is better company than some people.
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