Class Scorpion He Named Hendrick.

Down in the 100 building of Florence High School awhile back, a student found a large scorpion. It was put in a small clear tank and transported to the science room. The student decided that until it was released, the scorpion was to be called "Hendrick" (you catch it you name it). My science teacher has some pretty odd rules, right? Here are some pictures of "Hendrick" the scorpion.

From the top, with flash.

 

From the top, however this was not taken with flash.

From the side, no flash. I have to say, this guy was as big as my hand! He was a pretty awesome for being such a cocky little guy. The biology teacher continuously poked the poor thing with his pen and was fascinated by how much venom came out in one sting. My history teacher who just so happened to have been there had him by the ear dragging him to the nurse so she could check for stings. (Wouldn't he have felt it? I mean speaking from family experience (dad, "sister", and roommate) it's not exactly lime stepping on a thumbtack... I've heard that they burn like your foot has been doused in gasoline and lit on fire. Not very pleasant if you ask me. ANYWAYS, moving on. "Hendrick looked really awesome in a blacklight.

Sorry, but all the kids crowding around and talking really loud, freaking him out. Even my two best pictures are blurry. 

I was very upset when "Hendrick" died, as he would always want to climb onto my hand when I changed the water for my teacher. I have no clue why, but I have accidently crushed dozens of scorpions with my bare feet in the dark and never been stung. Either that or I didn't feel it. (impossible) I'm pretty sure that if it hurts when I step on a tack, the sensation everyone describes would have been acknowledged. But, whatever, I really don't care. Well, that's all for now, I'll post something soon!