Scorpion #4

I've lived in my apartment for almost six months now and last night scorpion visitor #4 was put to death. I was sitting in my big chair, half paying attention to the tv while talking on the phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my carpet move. The sneaky little bugger was crawling near the baseboards and basically blended right into the carpet. After screaming, hyperventilating, shaking, running in circles, etc., for 10-15 minutes, I dug out my "Scorpion Cup" from underneath the kitchen sink and trapped the scorpion on my living room carpet. Then I put a book on top of the cup to weigh it down. Meanwhile, I'm still on the phone. I convinced my friend to come over and kill it for me. Keep in mind that it's practically the middle of the night -- about 3 am before the ordeal was finished. We tortured it with rubbing alcohol on the kitchen floor, scalded and drowned it with hot water, and took it out to the balcony and burned it.

I don't get it, though. FOUR SCORPIONS IN SIX MONTHS. I know people who have lived in the desert for years and they've never seen one. Why me? I realize I live on a golf course and there's actual desert landscaping not 5 feet from my balcony. However, I'm on the 2nd floor. Aren't there any residents to "bug" (I'm clever, I know) on the 1st floor?

In the end, I only slept for 3 hours because it took a couple hours to actually get the courage to kill it and a couple hours to wind down and catch my breath. It could be worse, though... or maybe not.

So who's coming to visit me?