Summer on a Shoestring


Diary of an Introverted Scorpion
July 22, 2018, 3:38 pm
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Because this post might need a little introduction: 

Early on in the summer, we found a plush scorpion toy that someone had left behind in the White House.  We named it “Scorpy” and have been hiding it around the house since we found it.  When you find the scorpion toy (you’ve been scorpy’d!) you hide it somewhere else until someone finds it again.  Hiding and finding Scorpy has become one of our favorite crew wide games and is just one of the many ways we keep things interesting in the White House.  I thought it would be fun to write a post from the perspective of Scorpy.  Enjoy!                                ~Kate Bazany 🙂

 

 

Dear Diary,

Hi my name is Scorpy and I’m a scorpion.  I live in a pretty hectic place–there’s always science happening here.  And also lots of noisy fun.  Which is nice if that’s your thing, but honestly I just want to be left alone.  I keep hiding.  I crawl into dark places, I hide really well, and then someone comes along and finds me, pulls me out, and says “I’ve been Scorpy’d!” and then I have to hide all over again.  It’s really fun for them I guess, but for me it’s just a lot of work you know?

 

Dear Diary,

Today I hid in the refrigerator.  It was so cold, but also quiet and dark, which was nice.  I was nestled on top of the eggs, about to fall asleep, when out of no where, someone opens the door.  It seems like Alex was planning on making a delicious frittata for everyone, so I was rudely awaken.  I crawled into the bread drawer.  Hopefully I will be safe here.

 

Dear Diary,

It seems that the kitchen is not a safe space for me.  I was found in the bread drawer almost immediately.  Then in the microwave.  Then in the vegetable drawer.  I tried hiding in the jar by Marissa’s bed.  And then in Alex’s drawer.  Found.  And disturbed each time.  Is there no hope for peace and quiet in this house?  I’ll try hiding in the shower.

 

Dear Diary,

The shower was a bad idea.  I think I gave Donna quite a scare but then she laughed, so I guess it’s all in good fun.

 

Dear Diary,

I went on a scary field trip today.  I hid in Kate’s bag, thinking it was the kind of bag that is only used for school, you know?  But no, she brought it into the field with her.  To do germinant surveys.  I don’t care about germinants.  Or science.  Or the outdoors.  I just want to be left alone.

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Dear Diary,

I’ve hidden in Donna’s ukulele case.  It was kind of a tight fit, but I thought surely no one will find me here? But of course fate was against me yet again.  I’ve began to wonder: am I cursed?  The crew had a campfire tonight and of course Donna wanted to play some music for everyone.  I hate music.  And also fun.  Why is this happening to me?

 

Dear Diary,

Wow it’s been the best week.  I’ve been inside one of the field clipboards and the crew has been working on presentations for the Hubbard Brook Conference.  Maybe no one will find me now! The thought brings me so much peace.

 

Dear Diary,

Chase saw me through the clipboard.  It’s not as opaque as I thought.  It’s a dark day for me.  This may be my last entry.

 

Dear Diary,

I’m all cozy now, hiding (Sh! I can’t tell you where!).  I just went on the wildest field trip.  All I wanted was to hide (as usual) so I crawled into Donna’s tent bag, thinking it was the perfect place to hide.  Next thing I know, I’m out in the lawn at Hubbard Brook and Donna’s waving me around yelling “I’ve been Scorpy’d!” and laughing.  Is this fun for you Donna?  How would you like it if someone waved you around like that?

Apparently the crew was digging soil pits all week so I was out in the open and far from home.  I spent most of the week hiding under Donna’s pillow, and then I made a break for it, crawling into Alex Rice’s sweatshirt.  She pulled me out and said “who did this??” What did she mean by that? I did this? I just want to be left alone.  How is that not clear by now?

 

Dear Diary,

It is becoming clearer and clearer to me now: I am cursed.  Doomed to be involved in the fun of the White House in Bartlett.  Is it not possible to have some peace and quiet here?  Why must they make everything exciting and fun?  I don’t like excitement or fun.

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