Talk to me nicely
he shouted, hopping back as the thing scuttled toward him.
His eyes landed on the open door—and the vacuum cleaner in the hallway, rolling closer with housekeeping.
Without thinking, Simon grabbed it.
“I’m borrowing this!” he called, wheeling it back inside.
He aimed, flipped the switch, and—
The scorpion vanished with a horrifying noise.
Simon stared at the floor. Nothing.
“Did it work?” Chelle asked cautiously.
“I think so.”
“Was that a scorpion?” the housekeeper asked faintly from the hallway.
“Yes,” Simon said. “It’s… handled.”
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