So Chandler’s kind of exciting…
As many of you already know, I've moved out of my apartment in Tempe and am now residing at the fabulous Casa de mi Madre resort in Chandler.
I was worried that moving back to Chandler might make for a dull life, but as Leon Phelps would say, au contraire, bonjour.
See, since I don't live within walking distance of the Sol Train anymore, using public transit has become an even more multimodal type of thing for me, which I've found kind of exciting and suspenseful. By exciting, I mean it gives me time to read... but the suspense is real: How late will the bus be, and will I miss the train I ought to be on as a result?
Also, I had forgotten that every once in a while, our house in Chandler is visited by a scorpion. So when I saw something crawling across the floor in the bathroom tonight, my insect instincts — honed by long nights in the Matthews Center basement — told me it must be a cockroach. I quickly realized, though, that this cockroach had a curly, poisonous looking tail, and I then proceeded to freak out a little bit and search for something to smash the scorpion with.
My first attempt failed, and the little bugger scurried under the door into the hallway. It was tough to track it down since its desert hue blended in so nicely with our brown tile, as you can see in this post-mortem photo:
And as if that wasn't gruesome enough, here's another shot of the dead scorpion — this time on a more neutral background, the paper towel that took the scorpion to its final resting place:
For all my years in Chandler, I had never squashed a scorpion before. All throughout high school, my mom always seemed to be the one who spotted them when they found their way into the house. But now I can cross that off my list of desert-y things I've done.