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Originally Posted by ring
I've lived in Arizona with its rattlers & other desert biters.
Didn't cross paths with many on a daily basis. After I discovered
there was a rattler nest close to our mailbox, I gave it a wide berth while waiting for the school bus.
I remember mom being in charge of retrieving/sending the mail for awhile.
It was an awkward reach from inside the old Volvo.
I've never lived in Florida. I wonder how often seeing gators happens?
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I actually meant to reply to this when you orignally posted it - didn't I? (checked; I didn't.)
When I was living in in the tiny left-hand peninsula (Tampa Bay) of the panhandled-peninsula state, I used to have this beautiful park and pond in my neighborhood (it was a half-mile circumference water body, and there was only one not-very-busy-at-all road that led into main traffic by it, so it was always peaceful and serene). It was near a daily routine that mother and I would go to the park, and we'd bring white bread to feed to the ducks and geese. I'm not sure how to transition the story right about here, but one day as I was tossing out scraps twenty feet or so from the pond's edge, I noticed murky-green scales floating towards the food. I never saw the big ones, but there were definitely some child alligators within the pond, and a few were brazen enough to climb the steep embankment from the pond, up onto the grass, and half-chase the birds. It seems they wanted the bread all to themselves.