A few days ago, Cierra found a scorpion in the house, and mashed him flat.
I put it in a jar, thinking he was dead, or nearly dead.
He lived.
After the first day I thought maybe he'd like a drop of water.
After the third day I thought maybe he'd like some ants.
I'm nice like that.
I wanted to let him loose in our mean neighbors yard, but PJ wouldn't let me.
He's nice like that.
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