JOINTED TAILS

And stingers.

Black.

Congregating over there.

The resilient ones.

Bark scorpions.

Translate bark to sting.

Now you get the thing.

Low body count.

High sting record though.

Like many desert dwellers they have their ways.

They stay away from us and don't make a fuss.

Leave us alone they seem to say.

We have ourselves and choose the company we keep.

And...

It doesn't include you.







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