At Mexico, in my grandmother’s house, the sun rose and filled the room with sunlight. I woke up from the uncommonly comfortable padded floor only to wake up by my nightmare. Right by me was a scorpion looking thing but instead of a tail it had a needle. I quickly rose off my bed and went to where my mom was sleeping and woke her up. We both yelled and my grandpa came to the front door. Later he came with a heavy metal stick, and he squashed the beast. From there on I learned to watch out for dangers in a house in the middle of the wilderness.