Don’t let that thing near ME, papa! (Even if mama did put the lamp bulb on my nose. I think we need some photo lessons around here.)
I’m not sure this fellow was particularly kind to small animals and anything that couldn’t run fast enough!
These tourists are looking like possible bait for this baby! WOW, mama just showed me this video that Mya’s mama sent to me and I am so glad to be IN my house and NOT in Florida. This throw back to the dinosaurs is on a nature reserve and there are other videos of it crossing a golf course like something out of Jurassic Park. Amazing.
I would decide VERY quickly to run the other way or as mama’s friend said, “I would be up a tree!”
Now this is really funny. I found this saying, which I thought was applicable to the alligator thingy, and then mama read me something from her novel that mentioned that the government in the UK posted a recipe for squirrel stew just after the war, encouraging the public to eat squirrels. Not sure about that one. Some days the internet surf just takes over one’s saner brain, no? But in turn, THIS reminded mama that her grandmother, called Bigmama, even though she was not big at all, used to shoot squirrels out of her pecan trees in Texas and then make a rather rich and delicious stew of the little critters. But this was just after the war, indeed. I think things were scarce everywhere. We don’t know how fortunate we are not to have had a war on our turf, ever, except the Civil War and the Indian wars.
I won’t go there.
But back to the gator. Could it be that he really is related to those dinosaurs that have the flaps on each side of the jaws?
I think they must at least be cousins!
Okay, okay, it’s cool, but don’t make ME look at him again, okay? I’m just the ‘d’ word to him/her.
As in DINNER!
EEK – Maman hid this from me!!! I’m going to run hide under the pillow so that SWAMP THANG won’t come after me!! But I think it’s too cold for him here. Besides she doesn’t play golf – but WAIT – I saw something like that in Roses just across the border in Spain – carpet golf!!! It was HUGE and had a hole in the bottom for the ball to go through. Maybe it was an ancestor that wound up at the taxidermists!! Or maybe it comes alive at night. Oh my – back under the pillow.
And pressed squirrel – yummmm. Maman said her Uncle Howard used to hunt them and her Aunt Iris would fry them and they were delicious. But that was before she knew what it looked like before it was shot!!!
Well, I’ll just stay away from national parks, golf courses and stick to kibbles. Kibbles lite actually, since I overheard “them” saying I was dodue = chubby. Your anthros ever say such things? We must plot a coup.
A Coup pour Dodue–Yes, my anthro, especially papa, sometimes says, hmmm, Loulou, are you just puffing up to get food or are you built that way. RUDE, I think. But I do put on a few grams in winter…don’t THEY all. Well, not mama, she has a will of steel, but there are others around here who…oh, forget it. Don’t pay attention, Mya.
Oh, Loulou … you make everything better. That last picture gave me a little melty feeling in my heart 🙂
Oh, I love mist-heart-feelings and thank you.
I saw that on the news last night- I was amazed people were so close to it.
IT may have been further than we think.
My Aunt Marion was an avid golfer and had lived in Arizona ever since the end of WWII – and she told me of a golf course outside of Tucson where, if there is a rattlesnake near where your golf ball lands, you are allowed to place a new ball a club length away without having to take a penalty stroke.
HOLY TAMALE—a rattlesnake? Mama is from Texas and you do NOT mess with those babies. Good rule. How about several lengths away?
How did they know it was coming through there? They were lined up with cameras ready. Who in their right mind would lie on the ground as a gator passed? It’s a whole lot easier to run if standing upright.
I am not at all sure they were IN their right minds or if they had minds at all. YES, standing is much easier for splitting fast.
Oh LouLou your mommy wouldn’t let anythin’ eat you ever. You’re far to purretty to be dinner. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Oh, I know she would protect me. But from a TREE?