There were some interesting things that happened on vacation last week. We went to Daytona Beach during Bike week. We were followed by some psycho driver in Savannah at night (I think he wanted to challenge my mom to a drag race in her HHR). But probably the most
crazy, insane, terrifying thing happened the day before we left Florida. We were attacked by an alligator.
Okay… so the alligator didn’t really attack us. Per se. But let me tell you, this has been my major talking point of the vacation, because it was just so ridiculous.
Basically what happened was this: On this vacation, my brother and his girlfriend also drove down to Florida and all 5 of us (them and my mom, sister and I) stayed at our grandparents house for the week. Someone found this kayaking trip down a river where you could see wildlife… including alligators. To be honest, I really wasn’t that worried. Surely if someone collected money by sending unsuspecting victims down a river where alligators snacked on humans, Chris Hansen would have done a report about it by now. But I digress…
So, the 5 of us decide to go on this kayaking trip. My mom and sister were in a tandem kayak. My brother was in a single, and his girlfriend and I were in the other tandem kayak. We all took turns in the lead of the group. And we did actually see a lot of alligators in the water, near the water, on the banks, on fallen trees. It was a very meandering river and there were a ton of down trees in the water.
Anyway… at one point in the trip, my brother’s girlfriend and I are out front, making our way down the river. We’re not really paying close attention to the banks anymore. We’ve seen our fill of alligators. And then…. BAM
THIS guy shows up. Terrified is not even the right word for what I felt. And no, it wasn’t that guy in particular. No one got a picture of the alligator that came after Jenna and I. But let me tell you, we screamed our heads off and 15 minutes later I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I’m 85% sure he didn’t really want to snack on us. I’m guessing we probably just scared him and he went rushing into the water. But he COVERED us in mud and water and scum and dirt. It was kind of jarring.
Cross THAT off my list of things to ever do again. I mean, I love kayaking and all…. but no more predator infested waters please.
The rest of the week was kind of tame by comparison. No one managed to get sunburned too terribly badly. I don’t think anyone got enough sleep. And by the end of the week the drive home was filled with punchy jokes and lots of laughing for no reason. Ah, to be in a car for 9 hours straight two days in a row. On the plus side, we listened to all of Hunger Games, all of Catching Fire and the first part of Mockingjay.
And just as an aside… I read a blog yesterday about a woman who didn’t want her 17 year old daughter to go see the Hunger Games movie because it condoned violence. And she claims to have read the book. Ummm…. just because Romeo and Juliet ends the way it does doesn’t mean the entire story is about teen suicide. I am kind of at a loss because the Hunger Games books are so amazing (insert mad Peeta love here) and so ANTI “sit by and cheer for anything including death matches” that I’m pretty sure this lady has no idea what she’s talking about.
Okay. Rant over.
To all my friends out there in the blogosphere,
May the odds be EVER in your favor!