Knowing that I am scared shitless of alligators, my pals on the internet never miss an opportunity to send me stories about encounters between a human and one of these prehistoric beasts. The stories invariably involve the alligator dining on a portion of said human. Jerry from Indiana is one such pal.
Not surprisingly, the story of the alligator-human encounter Jerry sent to me took place in Florida. It seems that the human in question (an eighteen-year old male) was swimming with friends in a freshwater canal at 9:30 p.m. when a ten-foot alligator bit the guy’s hand off.
Say what? Swimming in a freshwater canal? In Florida? At 9:30 at night? Jesus H. Christ! My first thought was that maybe the poor bastard lives in a gatorless state like New Jersey and was on vacation in Florida, and he was somehow unaware of the places where alligators live and sometimes like to eat people.
WRONG. The guy was from Naples, Florida.
I figure that the guy was missing half his brain or that alcohol and/or pharmaceuticals played some role in this unfortunate incident.
I would sooner eat a pound of dogshit than go swimming in a freshwater canal in Florida at 9:30 at night, but, hey, that’s just me.
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