Eight inch scoprions! I'd use a 12g shotgun with some birdshot.
Joe Mamma
I got my **** chewed by my dad when I was about 13. I flipped a barrel over, moving it, some kid project, and there were two of the biggest scorpions I had ever seen nested under it. They make little half moon pockets and lair that way, under anything flat.
Anyway, scared the heck out of me and without knowing it, I drew and fired six rounds from a Ruger Single Six I carried for snakes. Actually found myself surprised I was holding the empty gun in my hand and thumbing it over and over, scorpions quite dead.
Dad came barreling out, expecting the last scene at the Alamo or something, no pants and a .45 in his fist. Heard the roll of fire, knew I carried a single action and thought someone was shooting at me or the house.
Got a good chewing and a lecture on ‘proper tool for the job’.
We did laugh about it later, when admitted that he had shot a land crab in Florida, thinking it was a big spider, in 42, when he was quite a bit older than 13…
I'm just north of Atlanta and the scorpions seem to like the slightly rocky ground in this area. I grew up 28 miles south of here (Marietta for the locals) and never saw one until I built a house near Canton 15 years ago.
The scorpions get up 1 1/4 - 1 1/2 long and they're brown. I was stung by one early on a Sunday morning in bed. About 4" from my groin . . . . man that will wake you up! The sting is comparable to a hornet, fairly painful but that's it.
I kill the little bastards every chance I get. Oh yeah, they're very thin and have no problem getting into the house. Apparently they don't affect the cats because we'll sometimes find a mangled one on the floor.
Mike
Ouch, been stung there myself, pulling on jeans when I was kid. Cured me of leaving them on the floor...
Cats love scorpions, until they hit about five inches long, then the cats tend to 'live and let live'.
Chickens make the best scorpion eradicators. My grandmother used to keep chickens and she would lay boards out at night, the scorpions would get under them, and the next morning Mom, as everyone called her, would walk around the yard, surrounded by eager chickens, flipping the boards over.
Instant smorgasbord for the chickens.
They would fight over the big ones. Never saw a chicken stung, or act sick afterwards.
Chickens are the best 'bug repellant' and they supply eggs and chicken dinners.