The Scorpion

Where it came from I don't know, but there it was, slithering about in my sink as I was about to do some dishes.
For a scorpion it was not that big, but experience has taught me that small ones pack a punch too.
By now I am beyond getting hysterics, so I calmly looked for the sharpest thing with which to immolate this unwanted critter and I cut it in half, watching as the tail straightened out and then was still.
Then I threw the pieces in the garbage.