Scary Creatures of Southern France
What do you think? Would you say this is the asp viper shown here, or just a garden snake? That’s what we’ve been asking ourselves for the past half hour, ever since Beppo decided to prove that he’s feeling better by bringing this little treasure into the house right after supper.
Fortunately, he didn’t bring it onto the bed, as he did the other night with the large rat he’d vanquished. Sorry, there’s no picture of the rat, since that was at 3:30 in the morning, and even in the interest of keeping you informed, no way was I running for my camera to record a rat on the bed in the dead of night. Let’s just leave it at this: it was a very large rat, and Shel pitched out the window it in the general direction of the neighboring installation of Jehovah’s Witnesses, for which he’ll probably burn in hell, if there is a hell and the Témoins de Jéhovah get to say who goes there, which I sincerely hope is not the case..
But, on another recent night when there was a scorpion that, once knocked down from the ceiling, agreed to hold still for a photo, you can bet I thought of you. For those of you that have been craving an up close and way too personal view of a French scorpion, here you go:
There now, don’t you feel better? You have met a French scorpion, and he’s not debonair, doesn’t have a charming French accent, isn’t in any way more seductive than any other scorpion, he’s just plain scary and hideous. Yeah, he’s part of the ecosystem and all that, but the exterminator is coming on Wednesday, and I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m oh so glad. This nightly scan of the ceiling over the bed is getting really old.
But now, how can we teach Beppo who is and who isn’t invited into the house? In the best French tradition one treats guests very well, and that doesn’t normally include flushing them down the toilet!