The Scorpion King

(or queen, I am not an expert on scorpions and cannot distinguish genders on sighting- which implicitly means that I would warn people scared of scorpions to stay away from this blog post.)

It is not always an enviable position to be in- to be the only person in a gathering with a camera that is. Forget family/ social gatherings where everyone comes up to you asking you to ‘click snaps’ and then constantly groan that you got them posing at a wrong angle. That is harmless stuff.

But imagine being caught as the only person with a camera on a semi night safari and being confronted with a giant scorpion that now everyone expects you to photograph.

Scorpion Alert

Didn’t help that one of the experts asked me to crouch on the ground on front of it and get an eye-level shot. “What do I do if the scorpion moves I asked?”, “Drop your camera and run!” was the sagacious response.

Rising to the occasion or should I say crouching to the occasion

The rest as they say is history…or the story of my blog at Kanha

You don't want to be stung by one of these
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6 thoughts on “The Scorpion King”

  1. Wow!
    We have scorpions here, but they are very small and clear. Hubby got stung by one last week. He accidentally raked it onto his foot.
    Glad you were cautious, but also that you were able to provide us with these gorgeous photos!

  2. Woah! I guess this is what ‘Terrible Beauty’ epitomises. The details are truly awesome in the picture. Never seen one that close, so Thanks for giving us the details in the safety of our chairs (legs tucked under and no stinging possibilities) :)

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