Scorpion corpse

It feels important to breathe some life into the cabin before the rains come tonight. Otherwise ghosts that are stuck earth-side with unfinished business will see it as a cozy staging area for ghost business. I bombed this place with bug spray a week ago, so it felt self to just bulldoze right into all the dark cracks and crevices, jamming my broom into every corner, forcing dust and debris out into the room to be swept up. It was safe, that’s still true. Especially since this scorpion is 100% absent actual scorpion. It’s the mountains, I know. The wilderness. But I can hold seemingly conflicting but equally things to be true. I DO NOT LOVE THE SCORPIONS and I love the mountains.

Pinning for later- post about cleaning out the drain of the sink under the grape trellis and a bunch of tiny lizards flew out of the drain. Scrambled flew.