Allie the Alligator
Before relocating to South Florida
in 1973, I assumed that wild-life other than assorted birds and earth worms
lived in zoos just like in NYC. I never saw a live snake slithering anywhere I
lived in New York with the exception of my childhood summers spent in the
Catskill Mountains. It wasn’t until after we moved to West Broward in South
Florida and I was greeted by a rat snake on my walkway that I realized my new home
was, according to the map, in the Everglades. As far as the natives, meaning
snakes, assorted lizards, humongous frogs, and the grandest Everglades’ beast
of them all, the alligators, were concerned, I was poaching on their turf, and
they weren’t relocating.
Shortly
after moving into our home, my then young sons came running into the house
screaming, “There’s an alligator in the storm sewer.”
After visual confirmation of what I
hoped was a prank, I called 911. I was told not to stress because the “gator”
would find its way back through the drainage pipe into the lake opposite my
home. Because this beautiful body of water was really part of the South Florida
Water (Everglades?) system, it is home to beasts that liked humans for snacks.
Experts assured me that the chance of Allie the Alligator leaving the lake and
crossing my neighbor’s property and then the street to my front door was slim.
However, my lush greenery was home to the other Everglades inhabitants like
possums and snakes. During one hurricane, my husband and I sat safely in our living
room and watched in horror as the wind blew snakes out of the Areca palms that
lined our property.
It took about 10 years for me not
to care if a lizard dashed in through an open door. They don’t bite and are
more afraid of me than I them. Also, they usually die within a day. If a small
frog invades, and I hope I don’t gross you, I put a plastic cup over it. The
next day I use corn prongs to remove the almost lifeless creature and toss it
onto the grass.
Whenever I
see a snake near my house, I head to the supermarket and buy boxes of good old
moth balls. Google says they are the same as snake repellant products and much
cheaper. I sprinkle the balls around all my entrances and throughout the
garage. Friends know that if they approach my home and smell the camphor, I
spotted a snake on my property.
The active-senior community where I
now live, about 40 miles north of our first Florida home, is near two nature
preserves. Many of the retirees who are from northern cities incorrectly
believe all the alligators in this area of Palm Beach reside in those two
locations. Neighbors who fish in our man-made lakes claim they have seen small
gators. As of yet, I haven’t spotted one, but you’ll never catch me walking
near the water.
Unlike my previous home, my present
home is on a lake (that is also part of the same system linked to the “real”
Everglades). The first time my Atlanta family came to visit, my grandson tied
his dog to the palm tree near the lake so it would not wander. His father, who was sitting on the patio, sang,
“alligator bait” repeatedly. My grandson has two parents raised in South
Florida. He needed no explanation of his father’s song. The pet was quickly
brought into the screened area.
Recently my
granddaughter visited me during her spring break from college. She likes to jog at night. We have guard gates, and supposedly it is safe
for young girls to jog alone in our community, but I always worry about potential
danger. My heart rate soared until she returned and immediately informed me the
jogging path was filled with walkers and joggers. She knows of my propensity
for worrying for what is supposedly “nothing.”
The next
morning an email came from our property manager with a picture taken around
sunrise that day of a 6- 8 foot alligator. It was in the middle of the main
road that borders our jogging trail—the very trail that my granddaughter was on
just a few hours before. As of yet,
Allie the Alligator hasn’t eaten the bait in the trap that has been set.
However, my granddaughter did her evening workouts in the gym for the rest of
her stay. Who would have thought an alligator would reduce my stress!