An almost deadly encounter with a fearless warrior, the Arabian scorpion
An almost deadly encounter with a fearless warrior
When we once camped in a wadi a huge camel-spider walked around the fire-place. While everyone jumped on their chairs to get as far away from the creature as possible, I ran after it with a camera in my hand. I can’t help it. I just love animals, from small to big, spotted or hairy and from creamy brown colours to bright colourful shades.
But tonight I wasn’t so brave when this little fellow crossed my path, the Arabian fat-tailed scorpion. A 8-10 cm brown-black creature with a rough and grainy appearance. His two claw-like pedipalps protruding ready to attack.
Not that he would come after me. He doesn’t like me at all. He forages for small insects and spiders. But he isn’t afraid of me either. Indeed, he slowly walks towards me feeling all high and mighty like a fearless warrior. His thick powerful tail proudly curved over his body. Because he knows that if it comes to a battle between my toes and his tail, he’ll win by knock-out. The powerful neurotoxin injected by his sting is a deadly poison.