There’s An 8-Foot Alligator On My Front Porch
We lived in Florida for the first year that we were married. Okay, it was Tallahassee-anyone who lives in Florida will tell you THAT’S not Florida. T-town in more South Georgia/East Alabama. Anyway, for many reasons, there’s NO WAY we’d ever live there again. And we NEVER had the experience that Ed Ferraro did last week. No, for some reason the prehistoric monsters that populate that state tend to stay way south of the panhandle of the Sunshine State.
https://youtu.be/QEa7Zl5ROcQ
Anyway, ol Ed was just minding his own business in his Odessa home when he heard a “rattling” outside his front door. Like you, me, and everyone else in the world he thought, “Oh, must be a package delivery of some kind.” So, he looks out his blinds and sees AN 8-FOOT-ALLIGATOR ON HIS STOOP! Thank God he didn’t decide to just open the door, right? Anyway, The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission was contacted, and the alligator eventually moseyed back to its nearby lake home. I cannot imagine what we’d have done if that had happened during out life in Florida. Wait, yes I can. We’d have immediately moved. Just left everything in the house, put a sign in the yard and started a new life somewhere else. <g>
