While that is a good fable i feel honor bound to tell the true story. Phigment refused to wrestle the gator despite my suggestion that gator injuries would get her out of work next week. She instead tried to throw me in the water as a sacrifice to prevent being harmed by what was after all just a baby gator enjoying the fresh spring air. I should have know she was after me when she deliberately led me down a path with live vines reaching out to wrap themselves around unsuspecting passerbys and yank them into their dark green leafy lair where they are stored and offered as snacks during garden parties. Fortunately I was saved by the offer of Moe's for lunch. Never underestimate the power of Moe's. Moe's knows!
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