Unwanted House Guest

We have probably had at least one live scorpion sighting per year in our house since moving to Austin. Yesterday as the kids and I were getting our shoes on in the front hallway to go to swim lessons, Tyler asked me what was on the floor. As the insect uncurled its body I told him it was a scorpion. He shrieked and ran far and Daphne scattered off too. I proceeded to beat the scorpion to a pulp with one of Michael's sneakers. Tyler thought it was one of his shoes and nervously asked, "Why are you using my shoe"? I think the bigger question should have been: Is it dead yet?