There was a dead scorpion in my washing machine. I had spin cycled it to death apparently.
I can't decide if I would rather believe it got into the washing machine on its own or the more likely truth, which is that it was on the rug I washed when I transported it from Joshua's room to the washing machine. The latter option implies way too many bad thoughts, so maybe I'll convince myself it fell in and just couldn't get back out.
Yeah, that's it!