Her blog has pix. 😉
If you have not caught Lynn’s adventures with the alligator…
by CJ | Aug 22, 2013 | Journal | 11 comments
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OT! This is what a current redivision of the USA might look like if “states” were based on equal population, geography, travel patterns, and minimized borders (i.e. non-gerrymandered). Makes sense to me, we get Hawaii! 🙂
http://fakeisthenewreal.org/reform/
(Cut to the chase, show me the map!)
http://fakeisthenewreal.org/img/reform/electoral10-1100.jpg
Yet another reason why I don’t live where there are gators!
At least it was small. Some co-workers came back from a business trip to Florida, once, with pix of a 6-footer in the parking lot. (No one was going to mess with it.)
They say that the small ones are more tender, but I think it’s all in how you prepare them!
Lol! Well, we hope this one went safely back to the wild.
Reptiles’ ratio of muscle to mass is pretty incredible—no fat to speak of, just muscle I found some trouble with a determined boa of about that size [and trying not to annoy it or let it get a loop about my shoulder], and crocs by what I’ve seen are quite good at flipping about, using leverage and momentum…plus those teeth. They reportedly have no strong muscle to open their mouths, which is how people catch them; but a heckuva bite force on the closing.
About like trying to hug a baby tiger shark, I’d think.
A friend had a gopher snake in a terrarium for a couple of years – it grew two feet in length in that time, and was up to two mice a week – and I remember holding it while he was measuring it before it was released in the wild. It was like holding 3/4-inch rope with muscles: surprisingly strong. (Also, like most gopher snakes, handsome-looking in cream and brown. With a teeny orange tail-tip.)
One evening, DH and I were in our computer room when Zorro made a very strange noise. We looked down, and OMGLIZARD! A large lizard, about a foot long with tail, with some very businesslike spines, was trotting along the floor. He objected strenuously to being picked up and chucked outside, but we weren’t letting a minor velociraptor on the loose in the house.
Who needs Jurassic Park, huh? Just go to Florida, find a gator in your pool. Very exciting!
Did Mr. Gator forget his board shorts and sunscreen? Heheheh.
Jurassic Park: Very fun films to watch. Wouldn’t really be too thrilled to be one of the ones running around getting chased by dinosaurs….
(Gosh, when was the last time I read Dinosaur Planet and its sequel? Or watched Land of the Lost reruns? Han, now that was old school….)
Hmm… Wonder what Mr. Gator would think of a bottle of Tabasco sauce? Heheheh.
Right, stand very far away when you give it to him. Very. Far. Away.
Heh. Wally Gator, cousin to Wile E. Coyote, eatimus everythingus. “We’re gon’ kick ’em up a notch, do a li’l Cajun cookin’ heah…”
Also, apologies if it’s actually Ms. Gator. Er, I don’t really want to get close enough to check for sure. Thanks, but no thanks!
Those who tell us that amphibian and reptile taste like chicken are at least mistaken; each tastes like itself, and not much else. It is rather like saying that mutton and beef taste like pork.