This is one of my all-time favorite insect moments in El Salvador. My husband went into the shower without his towel, and asked me to bring it to him. I went into the bedroom and pulled the towel off our plastic assemble-it-yourself closet, walking through the family room and patio, and into the bathroom with it. Not 30 seconds later I hear a half scream, half yell, “Yenny!” I go running into the bathroom to see my red-faced husband, now accusing me of “planting a Scorpian” in his towel. “Are you OK? What can I do?” I asked. “Nothing NOW!” he said. “So now what? To the hospital? Have you been stung before?” “No, No, No,” he says. The won’t kill you, at least not this kind of Alacran. Jesus had never been stung before, and explained how it felt, as it was happening. The “Alacran” (scorpian) stung him just below his shoulder, above his heart. He said it first felt like a bee or wasp sting, and later, it felt like small electrical impulses were fanning out from the sting – they were very odd sensations. The crazy part is that I carried the towel all the way from inside the house into the bathroom and never got stung. To this day my husband still half believes this was “Towel Sabatoge” and that I intentionally “delivered” him a biological weapon.