The scorpion! A hideous, subtropical, lobsterlike arthropod packed with enough poison to make your eyes rolls back in your head and your limbs stop functioning.
In Arizona, a terrifying desert on the edge of America, they actually have a “scorpion season,” a time of year in which small towns are overrun by swarms of them, pincers waggling, poison barbs stinging, and on our broken, rapidly warming planet, scorpions are only feeling more and more at home.
Imagine if scorpions were the size of cats. My god, we wouldn’t stand a chance.
But that didn’t stop MLB’s Arizona Fall League from considering the scorpion a charming enough part of Arizona’s natural wildlife to name one of their teams after them.