Between the grass and the water lay a narrow strip of sand, not the beach kind but swampier, dark and spongy. Her feet liked the feel of that, too. She was up to her thighs in the warm, still water, hands outstretched in preparation for a head-first launching into the lake, when she remembered Fairbanks.
She paused, looked all around and then straight down, where she should have checked first. And there were her legs and feet, highly visible in a sunshine beam. Visible and possibly tasty-looking to reptilian eyes. Mrs. Plansky had been something of risk taker in her younger days—knew how to ride a motorcycle, for example, had done some free-diving spearfishing on a spring vacation in the Grenadines with a college sort-of boyfriend where it turned out she was the superior free diver, dooming the relationship, as she’d figured out later, her misery over the break-up ending at the very moment—but these were not her younger days. Sometimes she had to remind herself of that fact!
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There is a reason we have swimming pools.
While there is an occasional alligator found in a Florida back yard swimming pool, for the most part they stay in their own watery territory. We should respect that and stay in ours.
Why anyone would even think of swimming in a natural waterway where a known alligator inhabits, I will never understand. It’s just asking for it.
They’ve even been known to come out of the water to grab leashed dogs or passing pedestrians off the shore.
I’m not sure I can read this book.
Maybe Chet, who has experience with amphibious reptiles, will cross over and save the day for Loretta! 😁
He already has his dress alligator skin collar. I suppose he could use “A Few Collars More.”