I succesfully rendezvoused with our son Jason in Jackson, Mississippi, and brought our grandkids, Dominique (13), and Jackson (10), home with me to Havana, Florida. No sooner had we gotten unpacked than Dominique headed to the lake with her fishing pole, and Jackson suited up to ride his minibike.
I had a glass of wine and handed over supervisory duties to Studly Doright, aka Poppa.
Dominque caught a fish right off the bat.
Prompting Jackson to come join in the fun:
And then our resident gator made an appearance:
I believe I’ll go have another glass of wine within the safe confines of Doright Manor and pray that no one falls prey to our reptile friend.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
So, no swimming, I guess. LOL
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Not in this lake! 😳
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not sure how I feel having a gator that close to my house, not sure if they are a nasty as out crocs, but still……..gives me the willies
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Compared to crocs, gators are pussycats. This one was so curious about us.
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still scary
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I agree. They freak me out.
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Crikey, I’d be joining you for another glass of wine after that encounter. What did the grand-ones think of that? (The gator, not your wine.)
I loved hearing your voice. 🙂
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They loved the gator! That voice of mine–ugh!!!
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No, it’s lovely!
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A fun day
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They played until long after the sun went down.
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I don’t mind an alligator that keeps it’s distance like that. Any closer and I’d be up a tree.
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That’s what I kept saying. “Nice gator. Stay right where you are, friend.”
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Some people have life! Pure adrenaline!
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I just love the gator. From a safe distance.
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I love reptiles.
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