Scorpions are book guards, maybe, I have recently learned.
They might like to meander around old tomes and codices
looking for mites and lice to eat up. This sustains them
and saves our books, I think. Arachnids methods for survival
and procreation and entertainment stay largely unknown to me.
I have never befriended one, or bothered spending any serious amount
of time attempting conversation. Closest I have come:
talking to myself while writing, a tiny spider weaving something in between
a home and a trap, something that will sustain her, and keep her safe,
five feet up and to my left, in a corner of my room.