Don't Ask - Don't Tell

I'm wondering if this should be one of those "don't ask, don't tell" weekend experiences.

Left for the conference on Friday afternoon, arrived late after meeting friends for dinner that evening, checked into my room at the lodge, killed a scorpion, killed a large black ant, stepped through the French doors out onto the deep twilight and after a few steps almost walked up on a skunk. (All this in the first 30 minutes) Ammanda and I backed slowly away from the skunk and didn't get sprayed, but it was an ominous beginning. Later that evening I started feeling bad, by noon Saturday I was under the covers in my room, where I stayed until I could get a ride back to the city on Sunday. When I arrived I found out that a family friend had committed suicide Saturday morning. (Funeral Friday) Missed work Monday and Tuesday because I was still sick, returned today, still exhausted, to learn of the death of someone else in a car wreck this weekend, and that another friend's son had attempted suicide last night. Then I had to leave in the middle of work to pick up my daughter, who works across town at the zoo, because she was throwing up and couldn't drive herself home. I haven't heard from my husband since early this morning, and I'm almost afraid to.

There is a theory that it was Scorpion karma coming back at me because I killed the one I met in my room instead of putting it outside. (Rinda, who doesn't kill anything, had run around the room saying, "Don't kill it! Pick it up! Let it Live!" Like I was really going to reach down and pick up something that could cause me great pain. Okay, I get her point, and she did say she was looking for a box. But I did go ahead and smack it with my shoe anyway.)

I don't believe the karma theory, of course. But then again....? Jeez.