Chasing Gators

Every Now and again, we see a gator swimming in the lake right behind us. We live in a third floor condo so the view is clear as day. Whenever we see one and start making noise, they come towards us. Last week I ran down to get her picture and once you get downstairs you rush to find where it is. It's a large area of water and I have to run through the grass.

With my heart racing, I spot her.

I try to zoom and get a good shot but I notice this bitch is headed right for me. She's in her attack mode. Body under water, just her head sticking out. I realize she sees me and she must be hungry.

My ankles start burning. I bend down to see a gazillion red ants biting my legs and feet. I brush them off and start panicking. I take my flip flops off and start to shake them off. 

Right then I realize: Fuck the ants, Allie is coming.

Forget the good shot, Vic. 

No I need to get this picture. 

"BRYANNNNNNNNNNNNNN"

Our lanai is right there. I thought for sure he was still out there watching it. 

I'm screaming for him to come help me and once I realize he's not coming to save me, I gotta book.

Okay little hungry bitch. I see ya coming. I'm not sure who your trying to eat up but it aint gonna be me.

These gators aren't very big so I figure what's the harm. They're probably more scared than me right. WRONG. Bry says they'll rip my fingers off. Good. Come down with me next time so I can get a good shot and you can fight em off.

He won't. he's scared.

Last night he said go get the baby one that was down there. Uh uh. Only if you going with me.