When first considering moving to Florida, I was concerned about the alligators. I was guilty of stereotyping, just as some assume all Texans have horses, boots, and a big cowboy hat. We were actually afraid for our dogs–with visions of them becoming snacks for the neighborhood gator. Much to my disappointment (?), we had to literally go to the Everglades & take a tour with the sole purpose of seeing alligators to actually see one.
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