hmmm... what a comforting sight. I am moving down to Florida next year for college.
And I thought bear and moose were bad up here in Connecticut/New Hampshire...
I remember the first time I ever saw an alligator in the wild, I was in Everglades National Park (I must have been about 10 or 11 years old). They scared the --- out of me, especially because my stepmom (who is an adventurous person), decided it would be fun to try to touch one. She got about four feet away from this 14 foot long alligator when I started screaming because I was afraid that it would attack her. I also remember vowing that I would never move to Florida because of the alligators. Isn't it funny how your perspective changes over time?
I am sure I will have lots of fun with the alligators living in Osceola Lake on the University of Miami campus next year.
