I stayed rooted to the spot, my eyes locked on that strange little body. It looked like a scorpion someone had shrunk in the wash: thick pincers, flat shape, that eerie stillness. But no tail. No curved stinger. That detail nagged at me, even as my skin prickled with anxiety. I grabbed my phone, zoomed in for a photo, and backed away like it might suddenly leap.
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