Too close for comfort

We’ve had quite a lot of rain here lately, and the exposed sand bank where Mr. A enjoyed his sunbathing sessions, is now submerged. Looking across the pond yesterday, hubby called to me, “What’s that on the grass over there?”


It could have just been an Anhinga drying its wings, but on closer inspection, it turned out to be Mr. A who had somehow hauled himself out of the water and plonked himself down right in the neighbour’s backyard.


I couldn’t see his head, but estimate him to be 10-12 feet long. Talking to my friend yesterday evening, she told me that they’ve recently had two alligators removed from their immediate area, and gave me a number to call, but reading this article, I don’t think I’d have the heart to report Mr. A, knowing that he’d be taken away to be turned into “meat and hide.” What do you think?