The perils of cleaning

We're just back home after several days in Jerusalem. Even when we're not here, the house gets dirty. Sandy, to be more precise. I must have swept a quart of sand off our patio (which is outside) and about half that from inside the house. But I was really surprised by this guy who skittered out from under my broom.

I caught him to make sure he was what I thought. He was: a scorpion! Here's another view, if you didn't have enough.

I've been nagging the girls to sweep for months. Think this will help?