Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean, there lived a girl that I swear to the world made the alligators look tame.
Writing fantasy lets me imagine a great deal more than, say, writing about alligators, and lets me write about places more distant than Florida, but I can tell you things about Florida and alligators, let you make the connection all on your own.
Well, I'm wrestling alligators.
Well, Im wrestling alligators.
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.
People wrestle alligators but not once has someone done it without an audience.
It's hard, when you're up to your armpits in alligators, to remember you came here to drain the swamp.
Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.
Au revoir, jewelled alligators and white hotels, hallucinatory forests, farewell.
Writing is the hardest way of earning a living, with the possible exception of wrestling alligators.
Not much is known about alligators. They don't train well. And they're unwieldy and rowdy to work with in laboratories.
Three million alligators were killed in Florida between 1880 and 1900. Goody!
Really, it was difficult to determine which I had most reason to fear—dogs, alligators or men!
It's what you'd expect out of Baton Rouge: people tailgating with shrimp étouffée, everything from alligators roasting on a barbecue to dishes that you would get in the French Quarter. These people are serious and they are legit and they're ready to go.
Alligators and crocodiles are some of the most aggressive creatures on the planet - they'll take down a boat if you come up to their nest.
Besides alligators, the only animals to be feared are the poisonous serpents. These are certainly common enough in the forest, but no fatal accident happened during the whole time of my residence.