I guess when the Scorpion stings himself it hurts. It's a sort of charmless moment to watch. Has a gracelessness to it, a miserliness that smells of uncertainty. However that burden of owning a sting, and not knowing quite how to use it can produce relief in an observer, who might have wandered warily into a desert, his boots laced.
In a recent edition of the Arachnoculture E-zine there is an interesting article
on Scorpion Husbandry. Their correspondent recommends that handling of
scorpions should not be attempted when tired, intoxicated, emotionally unstable
or otherwise distracted. As well in their definition of "handling" they mean
long handled forceps, heavy gloves and glass jars.