I think it was Monday morning when Julien told me, just before I took a shower, that hey, he’d found a scorpion on my towel but that he got rid of it and it was ok now.
Ok.
And then :
“SCORPION?!!!”
There was a fucking scorpion on my towel.
Don’t worry, it’s a really tiny one, assured Julien.
A TINY SCORPION ON MY TOWEL.
THE EXPLANATION :
It had probably crawled from the grass and onto my towel the other day when we had gone swimming. There wasn’t any space around the poolside, so we had settled for the grass instead.
And since scorpions like warm places like the cement surrounding the grass area, it hitched a ride to our apartment via my towel.
WHAT ARE SCORPIONS :
They are twenty feet tall, with snapping jaws and salivating mouths. Their saliva is coloured green. They have claws that are as huge as trees, and their eyes are red and shoot laser beams if they don’t like you.
THE MATH :
A TOWEL is something I use to wipe water off my body.
SCORPIONS are monsters.
They do not go together.
I’ve just been to the library! I borrowed two books and tons of cds, amongst them Stephen Malkmus and Calla. Stephen Malkmus is adorable!
The band my brother is in will be playing at the Fete de la Musique. I don’t know where, I don’t know when, I don’t know what time, but they’re called Bagetsafoniks. Yes, seriously, that’s their name.
