The guy came out on Wednesday to spray. He explained to me that scorpions are really, REALLY hard to kill, because their exoskeletons are pretty much impermeable (yes, we knew that. The Interwebz are a wonderful thing). The goal really is to kill off their food supply, then hope that they move elsewhere, like outside, in search of a meal.
Random factoids: Scorpions can live for 10-15 years. ?!?!?!?! They also carry their babies around on their backs until they are old enough to be on their own. Ok, bugs don't normally give me the creeps, but looking at a picture of a mama scorpion and her babies is officially creepy. Gah.
ANYway, Wednesday when I came home from work, there was one scorpion in the barn aisle that was on its last legs. I gleefully smushed it. I found another in the hallway, belly-up. I did a little happy dance. Wednesday night while we were watching a show on TV, one came limping across the living room floor. My husband promptly clubbed it to death with a shoe while I screamed "KILL IT! KILL IT!". There was another dead one Thursday morning, and a final dead one Thursday afternoon. Total body count that I know about: 5. I'm hoping there are an equal number that died somewhere cold and alone.
Belly-up and really, really dead. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
Friday, I called up the pest control guy and told him that I loved him. I think that might have been a first for him.