Years ago, I was telling my brother's girlfriend (Diane) the story about how I was stung by a scorpion when I was a little kid, which became more interesting to her when I told her that I also happen to be a Scorpio. It seemed to give the story that extra touch of astrological 'wowness'. Diane was riveted, taking in every word I said with unswerving attention. "We had just come back from the lake," I was telling her, "and my mom pulled out some towels from one of the bags and put them on the bed. I was on the bed next to the towels." "Unnoticed by me or my mom," I continued, "a scorpion crawled out from one of the towels right next to me" (her eyes were getting pretty wide at this point in the story), "and as I leaned over, I put my hand on it and it stung me on the palm." Diane looked at me with complete seriousness and asked, "Did you die?"