Mel and I walk in the front door. On the floor of the living room is one of my parent’s suitcases open with clothes out. On top is a large black scorpion. I rush to get something to catch it with in the kitchen. I find a crystal glass bowl with hand blown designs on the rim. I rush back to the living room and put it over the scorpion. I hear a loud whirring sound and the scorpion spins around and around the inside of the bowl until it shatters and scorpion runs off. I have no idea where it went.
Concerned, worried
