I’m way down south in Immokolee Fla. at a camp in the everglades swamp. Mosquitos so big they have helmets AND co-pilots! My job is to cut the grass on the compound and it is over 60 acres of grass. It takes 2 12 hour days to cut it all with like 6 zero turn power mowers. After a large amount of rain, all the ditches on the compound were close to full and we tried our best to avoid them as we knew snakes were a possiblity. Not my pal Tiny, who was 6’4″ and 300 pounds. Tiny came out of one of the ditches after wading in with a baby gator in his hands that had made it through the 12 inch drainage pipe. The boss had a fit and didn’t know what to do other than to tell Tiny that he couldn’t take the gator into the dorm for niether a pet or to add to his dinner bowl. It was only about 3 1/2 feet long, but Tiny kept his had clamped over it’s mouth to keep those rows of sharp and hungry teeth away from us. After some fussing on the radio, the captain came to the back gate and the gator was set loose on the other side of the fence while all of us got the riot act for Tiny’s foolishness. On the way back to the dorm after another long hot day of cutting grass, Tiny had the audacity to play the victim, “what did I do wrong?”