...and then we can move on, I promise.

Looking through my photos, I remembered this guy:


And the gift shop, where we saw these:


A little boy grabbed one and asked his father if it was a real gator.  "It was," he said. 

We saw an alligator wrestler do this:


Do you think Gatorland has nothing to do with writing? 

Imagine an alligator wrestler winking at you before throwing his hands back to hold the animal's jaw open with his little human chin. 

Inspiring (and more than a little hot), no?

I didn't feel badly for the alligators because their eyes were so empty/flat and we were told their brains were lima-bean sized. 

Judy, the sad-eyed Florida black bear housed in a small cage, was a different story, one I don't care to dwell on.