1 Intimidating Experience Involving Aggressive Scorpions and Costa Rican Cornflakes

  December 7, 2016 travel posts šŸ•‘ 4 minutes read
Property around the hut. I was not kidding when I said it was "in the middle of nowhere."

Property around the hut. I was not kidding when I said Buena Vista was “in the middle of nowhere.”


Pincers flew out at me, through the darkness.


A large, menacing scorpion snapped at me. Twice.


She was not alone.


5 babies clung to her back.


All I wanted was some Costa Rican cornflakes.


I wound up getting an annoyed arachnid.


Welcome to the Jungle


A year ago – to the day – we had spent our first week in Buena Vista, Costa Rica.


One house mate. Lived there rent-free.

One house mate. Lived there rent-free.


This thriving community of 8 to 15 people – depending on who hoofed it to Bribri that day – was located deep in a remote jungle environment.


Indiana Jones would have crapped his drawers traversing through this jungle.


He woulda pissed his undies plowing through the knee deep mud we faced from time to time.


Here’s a video of the crazy stuff that happened *inside of* the hut. Aka, a colony of 5,000 army ants cleaning things up:



We lived in a jungle hut/house/cabin nestled in this lush, humid wilderness.


Said hut was inhabited by:


  • 8 scorpions (at least, 8 I saw)
  • 8 bats (why is everything happening in 8’s?)
  • dinner plate sized golden orb spiders
  • centipedes
  • bullet ants
  • army ants (for 2 days)
  • lizards
  • cockroaches


Toss in the poison dart frogs, jungle opossums and fer de lanzes on the local grounds, in addition to the toucans, mealy Amazon parrots, sloths and monkeys, and you had a magnificent menagerie where we lived for 6 weeks.


Yeah; 6 weeks.


Angered Arachnids


2 days of torrential rain lashed the jungle before this incident.


If you ever spent time in the tropics, during low season, you know that as the rains fall in torrents:


  • animals move to higher ground
  • animals get more active
  • you’re likely to see some of these animals in your house


I simply wanted a bowl of my blessed, beloved Tico corn flakes. For a carb rush. For calories.


I’d been living on not too much north of 600 calories daily while running/jogging/walking a Rhodesian Ridgeback. AKA, the Navy Seal of the Canine World. Or, the baddest ass animal in that jungle.


So I was hungry as hell.


Kelli reads by candlelight. I spotted the scorpion in similar lighting.

Kelli reads by candlelight. I spotted the scorpion in similar lighting.


As I groped in the darkness – the candle rested on the other side of the room – for my Costa Rican cornflakes, among our food booty for the week, the menacing pincers flew out of the black chasm that was the corner of the kitchen.


I could see claws.


Then eyes. Lots of eyes.


Then a threatening stinger, poised, and ready to roll.


Then a little brood of mini-mama scorpions holding on for dear life as their mater looked to murder whatever made the menu that night.


Thank the gods, I had not lost that much weight.


Thank the gods, the gods did not set up a Clash of the Titans scenario. (Imagine me being a thinner, shorter-haired version of Harry Hamlin, jabbing at the scorpion with a fork versus a spear.)


I let Mama be on her way. She had no beef with Biddulph. Scorpions are not intrigued by Costa Rican cornflakes. Nope. Ā Scorpions hunt the prey bugs which may or may not inhabit clear or dirty kitchens in the middle of remote jungles.


Cinderella could have recruited the finest army of Central American maids to clean the place and it’d still have been a shit hole. Ā Jungle mold don’t discriminate.


We could have used a dehumidifier the size of the Pentronas Towers beside the hut/house and still, thy mold shall rule.


So yeah, we had cockroaches and 5 inch locusts (no joke, Monster Island-sized) and moths and then, scorpions, Shelob-sized golden orb spiders, centipedes and a family of bats who sometimes flew through the house at night, which felt quite terrifying with the limited amount of light we had (little candle, and a tiny flashlight to get around with).


She was a good mama.


I was a malnourished gringo.


Just another night in the jungle.


Your Turn


Have you experienced any run ins with scorpions?


Or any other feisty creatures?


What’s your take on Tico cornflakes?

  1. Ryan Biddulph says:
    at 10:57 am

    Any Tico cornflakes fans out there?

    Any scorpion fans out there?


  2. ikechi says:
    at 7:10 am

    Hi Ryan

    Wow! Thank Goodness that you were safe and thumbs up for the adventure. I don’t think I have experienced this adventure. Thanks for sharing. Take Care

    • Ryan Biddulph says:
      at 8:04 pm

      Hi Ikechi,

      Wow it was a wild time. Those pincers were the least of our worries in this wacky place!


  3. Anda Galffy says:
    at 12:22 pm

    It never happened to me, thanks God! This is what I don’t like about “Paradise”, Ryan. It’s populated by little ‘devils’ like these which are very scary to me. Not thatI don’t see the other face of the fascinating Costa Rica, but the jungle…

    • Ryan Biddulph says:
      at 2:10 pm

      Hi Anda,

      These guys do look scary. Almost all will never bother us, usually firing a warning shot and we pay attention – see, above – but they can scare the bejesus out of you LOL. I love seeing scorpions and centipedes in person though. Even if they scare me a bit I treasure these rare encounters.


  4. finja says:
    at 6:25 am

    Wow, that must have been so scary to bump into Scorpions!!

  5. Dhaval Parmar says:
    at 4:27 am

    This is really an interesting post for all of us.

    • Ryan Biddulph says:
      at 8:01 pm

      Thank you for reading Dhaval.