Brawl on the bark

A young scorpion finds itself barking up the wrong tree one evening in a forest of glowing things. Instead of safe crevices, the trunk harbours a colony of pseuoscorpions, who form a posse of sorts to tackle their wayward kin. The scorpion appeared worse for wear in a wrestling match of unequal opponents; its sting thrashed about to no avail while its tailless foe held firm and stood its ground. Other minute terrors lurked in the barkground, waiting perhaps to join the melee and wear down a juvenile killer who took a wrong turn and found itself in a corner it can't claw out from.

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[Snail]

That's a truly amazing pic!