Have you ever been scared?

Yeah, I know I've stared down a mass murderer and I've sung in the Salt Lake Tabernacle for General Conference. I've been tackled by an NFL Hall of Famer and blew my knee out. I've been in three major car accidents with barely a scratch on me and I've fallen helplessly through a ceiling. All of these things caused some level of fear and trepidation. 

I admit to being fearful on occasion, but I'm not usually scared. Except for the other day. I was taking a rare shower. It seems the older you get, the less you shower. Not because we don't stink, but because it's just a hassle.  Shaving is also a hassle. I don't recommend anyone shave unless they absolutely have to. Come to think of it, going to the bathroom is a hassle. Don't do it either unless you absolutely have to. Eating, of course, is never a hassle. My advice to to learn to eat laying down. There is no wasted motion and it's easy to fall asleep after the last morsel has gone down the throat.  

Oh, so back to taking a rare shower. No, I wasn't scared because I saw myself in the buff. Although, I've learned not to look because it's depressing. Anyway, I was in the shower going through my shower routine which includes brush my teeth. That's right I have toothpaste and a toothbrush in the shower with me. Don't make a federal case out of it.  Next, I take a long scrub brush with stout brissles and scratch my back. As I was picking up the brush, I noticed that a part of the brissles were just a little darker brown that the other part. As I put it up close to my back, the dark brown brissles began to move. I immediately dropped the brush and was astonished to see a large scorpion scamper around the bottom of the shower basin. The brush then became my club as I beat the scorpion in to oblivion. 

Fear doesn't describe what I felt. The word scared does. I was scared. If that scorpion had stung me on my back it would have hurt. He might have stung me several times before I could have gotten him off. He/she could have laid eggs under my shoulder blades. I could have been host to hundreds of baby scorpions during their gestational period all the while having them feed off my skin for sustenance. It could have been a tragedy of epic porportions. But, alas it wasn't, I was just scared.