I have a... great-uncle? No, great-great uncle. Anyway, Uncle Bernie. Uncle Bernie was kind of a ne'er-do-well, and when he died, his sister (maiden Aunt Effie, who was the kind of woman who offered to buy my grandmother a piano, but only if Gramma would promise never to play jazz) said that Uncle Bernie was not going to be buried in the family plot. So they bought him another plot in the same cemetery (which is this great old Victorian cemetery in Troy NY, very nice) and stuck him in there, over at the very edge, right above a ravine.
My family goes up on Memorial Day to plant flowers on the family graves, and every year we finish by going on the Quest For Bernie. It's a hard cemetery to find your way around to begin with, and on top of that he's forever being mowed over or the grape vines grow over him or something. So we track him down and dig him out and plant a geranium for him, and I gotta say, we all think much more highly of Uncle Bernie than we do of mean old Aunt Effie. Because the Quest For Bernie is fun.
Where is this percentages quiz thing?
Katie, that sounds like my family, sorta. When my brother died, we had him cremated and we disposed of his ashes in his favorite state park. But the folks still wanted a tangible memorial of some sort, so they had an inscribed brick placed in one of the walkways of the local botanical garden, which he was very fond of. No one could ever remember exactly where his brick was, so it was always fun hunting it up. Now, the garden is redoing all the walkways and his brick is kind of in limbo until they're done. We'll have a new quest for the brick when they relay it.
I think Centruroides vittatus.
Of course, there's special results if you're bt.
Of course, there's special results if you're bt.
Hey, there's what he wants, and there's what he
needs.
The only scorpion known to occur in Arkansas is the common striped bark scorpion, Centruroides vittatus. >[link]
msbelle, when my grand-uncle got back from India after WWII (he was an airplane mechanic for the C-47s flying the Hump) he brought back with him a raging case of malaria. He was in bed shivering with fever when a scorpion fell off the ceiling and stung him on the arm. What a way to be welcomed home! He said at that point he just wanted to give up and die.
