Posted by Lissa on September 28, 2010
Since Mike’s folks live in Florida, I’ve visited there — oh, at least five or six times during the last decade. And, to date, I had NEVER SEEN A FLORIDA GATOR. I developed a very annoying habit of peering eagerly into every body of water we passed — be it pond, lake, river, or large puddle — while hopefully piping, “Gator??”
Well, dammit, I finally saw my gators!!!
They had a little alligator near the front just for me:
We were treated to an exhibition of alligator wrestling:
We got two packets of hot dogs to throw to the gators. And then proceeded to nail them DIRECTLY IN THE HEAD and they STILL wouldn’t get them. The big white birds standing on them as they floated around were MUCH quicker, more agile and more likely to eat the damn dogs than the gators were. I was heckling and yelling, “C’mon, gators! You’re at the top of the frickin’ food chain! Don’t let those birds steal your food, EAT THE BIRD!!!”
(We later closed the Circle of Life by eating Alligator Nuggets at the cafe. They tasted like overcooked chicken nuggets that had been misted with tuna water.)
Oh, and the birds were insanely fearless:
(As befits birds that live with alligators.)
We cheered and hollered “Jump!!” as instructed during the Gator Jumping show:
Naturally, we had to stop at the petting zoo, where we fed pellets to some VERY. DETERMINED. GOATS.
Two thumbs up for Gatorland, where Lissa finally got her full quota of gators!
P.S. Oh, almost forgot — as promised: