"Mom!" my teenage daughter shouted as she ran downstairs. "There's a scorpion in my bathroom!"
I looked at the girl. "Where?"
"In my bathroom!"
"I got that part. Where in your bathroom? The sink? The floor? The bathtub?"
"All right," I said. "I'll take a look at it."
Sure enough, there was a one and a half inch long scorpion sitting in the middle of the floor. It was very much alive, and it had its tail pointed up.
"Hmmm," I said. "Let me find some bug spray." There was no way I was going to try to do the pick-it-up-with-toilet-paper trick with that thing.
I looked in all the cupboards, and couldn't find any. Then I went out to the garage. I found a gallon of commercial insecticide that we had used to spray the outside of our house. Armed with the poison, I went back upstairs to her bathroom.
I was about to spray the thing, when my daughter stopped me. "Wait, Mom! You need shoes. Scorpions can sting you."
I looked at the little creature and shrugged. "I don't have any shoes up here."
"I do," she said, and handed me a pair of her fuzzy bunny slippers.
"Really?" I asked.
She nodded. "Put them on."
I put on the bunny slippers and activated the insecticide. In no time at all, the scorpion was covered in poison.
My daughter then ran downstairs and got a glass from the kitchen. She came back. "Cover it with this," she said.
I walked very carefully over to the scorpion, in my bunny slippers, and covered it with the glass.
"All right," I said. "Mission accomplished."
And that, ladies and gentlemen is how you exterminate a scorpion.