Yes, that was a by-God 4- or 5-foot specimen crawling across my mother-in-law’s back yard. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: THE REPTILIAN FLORIDIAN MENACE. It went into a nearby pond. The locals are alarming unalarmed.
Meanwhile, in Miami: “What the hell you mean I can’t swap this gator for some beer?“
Miscellaneous Heathen
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
