*Shudder*
There are very few living things that I fear, and I believe those fears are mostly legitimate. I don't have an irrational fear of spiders, even though an arachnid did send me to the emergency room back in May of 1998.
But scorpions just plain freak me out. And this story makes my skin absolutely crawl. While I was on Maui cleaning out the side yard and working on cars that most people would consider "scrap", I found two scorpion corpses and saw two live ones scampering. I killed one and smashed the area that the other one squeezed into. The next day, Mom was stung on her right hand while clearing some palm brush from the back corner of the property (Dad found it and killed it).
Scorpions I can do without.