In Which I Try to Ascertain my Comfort Level With Scorpions

And not the '80s hair band either, but actual crawling scorpions. I am in Reservation Mode now, fully in my element, researching and booking the details of our upcoming Yucatan vacation. There seem to be so many amazing things, and so many amazing nothings, to do there, I'm wishing we had four weeks rather than four days. Alas.

So, nu. Tulum. It seems to be a spectacularly unplugged place with little electric power, mostly wind and solar energy. So there seems to be little risk of accidentally stumbling into some kind of gross Sandals-type environment packed with fat Americans and sweating Swiss cheese on buffet tables. But I'm trying to figure if a relatively civilized hotel environment is the right choice, when there seem to be many tremendous palapa/tent-type options on the beach and in the jungle. But the more I read online, the more references I see to scorpions. Those things can hurt you, right? I mean, I'm not trying to be prissy, but. Also I am known for swelling up like a Macy's parade balloon when I get even a little mosquito bite that would be totally innocuous for someone else. I'm just saying, a girl ought to know herself.

One eco-hotel reviewer on TripAdvisor, who by the way loved one of the spots I am considering, mentioned that the place was not for people with "nervous dispositions" on account of all the "creepy crawlies." And that's when I was kind of like, OK, next. Unless I want to spend my rare vacation in the infirmary like I managed to do every summer at camp, I should probably keep looking for someplace, say, with more Aveda toiletries than nervous-disposition-challenging insects. Or at least somewhere in the middle.