He doesn't shock me at all. He's too slow and purposeful. I can see him coming a mile away. The sun glints off his green shell as he tic-tic-tics on six legs to me. My Scorpion across the clean marble floor.
He keeps his tail so low around my delicate hide. He peeps up at me with beady eyes black like arabian coffee. His legs make my skin cold. He walks up my chest and shoulders and he makes me shudder.
Perched horrific and beautiful upon my golden head, he likes to run his fingers through my hair. He wants me to trust him. He hisses all his secrets in my ear and shows me his pretty blue belly.
He tells me he's fragile too.