Bill, I've begun to forward your gator updates to the Queen of Noir (Vicki Hendricks) ... I used to find these articles (not as many as you) and send them as my very genuine excuse for avoiding Florida ... I've had alligator nightmares since I was a kid ... I still get them ... terrifying dinosaurs that they are ... I look at those things and freak out. They're mutants ... and they're coming to get me (I just know it)!
My fascination with gators goes back a long way, probably to my first reading of V. I don't mind gators in books, but the real ones are truly scary. So you're right to be afraid.
My most recurring gator nightmare goes like this: I fall asleep on the couch and wake up to find gators swarming all over the floor and my dog (Rigoletto--a fierce Bichon-frise) is hoping from one to another while they try snapping at him. I can't get him close enough to the couch to grab and my heart is racing ...
Last year I read about them snatching joggers off running paths alongside Florida canals. I go research them and learn they go all the way north to the Carolinas.
I'm going to a Blues Festival in Cape Fear, North Caroline end of July ... more nightmare fodder, no doubt.
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Bill, I've begun to forward your gator updates to the Queen of Noir (Vicki Hendricks) ... I used to find these articles (not as many as you) and send them as my very genuine excuse for avoiding Florida ... I've had alligator nightmares since I was a kid ... I still get them ... terrifying dinosaurs that they are ... I look at those things and freak out. They're mutants ... and they're coming to get me (I just know it)!
My fascination with gators goes back a long way, probably to my first reading of V. I don't mind gators in books, but the real ones are truly scary. So you're right to be afraid.
My most recurring gator nightmare goes like this: I fall asleep on the couch and wake up to find gators swarming all over the floor and my dog (Rigoletto--a fierce Bichon-frise) is hoping from one to another while they try snapping at him. I can't get him close enough to the couch to grab and my heart is racing ...
Last year I read about them snatching joggers off running paths alongside Florida canals. I go research them and learn they go all the way north to the Carolinas.
I'm going to a Blues Festival in Cape Fear, North Caroline end of July ... more nightmare fodder, no doubt.
They're everywhere, Charlie. Everywhere.
Sometimes it's easy to confuse one with Stilwell, of course.
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