You'll love this one. When the phone rings at 5 a.m., it is never good news. But, I answered it, anyway. Elder Bradshaw, Oxnard CA, and Elder Godfrey, somewhere in Draper, UT, are about two hours out of Veracruz in a small town called Piedras Negras. Elder Bradshaw was sharply awakened by a stinging stab in one of his fingers. He turned on the light to find a 2" long scorpion. Yuck, huh? So, I told him to stick his hand in ice water, take a couple of Tylenol, and I would call the doc. I hated to wake Dr. Brunt at 0500, but oh well. Misery loves company. He was sent to a clinic. There is not a real hospital in this little town. They woke up the night attendant who laughed and them and said that scorpoins aren't poisonous and that he didn't have any anti-venom anyhow. He then asked the elders why they were up so late, wondering aloud if they were drunk. Elder Bradshaw talks in both languages like he is drunk. They hadn't been drinking. They went home to bed, but haven't been able to really sleep all week. The locals tell them that scorpions travel in pairs so they are freaked out. Scorpions travel in pairs and mate for life? Not. Some varieties, similar to black widows, mate for the life of one. Then, the female kills the male and cannibalizes him. I told the missionaries they travel in herds.