Just what did I sign up for???

So, Cub Scouts is a whole new ball game for a mother of 5 girls, and former Young Women's leader. I was expecting new experiences like boy humor - there's a limit to how funny that is; the pinewood derby; cub scout day camp; cub scout energy, (there is no energy shortage in my den); a lovely addition to my wardrobe (khaki is one of my favorite colors, luckily)!

You know, things like that. But no one ever said I'd have to be brave around scorpions!!!

Here's the story-

Our field trip in April was to a fossil dig not too far out of town. The boys were excited, the weather was very cooperative, and we were having great success finding leaf fossils, when suddenly there was a cry - "Here's a scorpion!" Said crier was not talking about a scorpion fossil. There, crawling along the dirt was a real life scorpion. Tiny but with his stinging little backside up in the air. I bravely took my shovel, moved him across the road and we continued. As the boys chipped away at the hillside, two more "friends" were unearthed and thanks to a sharp-eyed bear cub scout, I didn't grab one of them as I was reaching for a rock. Well, in the end, no one was stung - good thing since I didn't brush up on my scorpion first aid before I came. FYI - you treat a scorpion bite much like a spider bite, unless the symptoms are more serious, then go right to snake bite first aid. One of my cubbies was a little traumatized, but he has come to den meetings since, so I think he must have overcome his fear.


So...who knew my horizons would be broadened in such a way because of this calling? We are always growing aren't we?