A couple of weeks ago our neighbor, Michael, came frantically knocking on our front door. Though out of breath he managed to tell Brad there was an alligator loose and his mom was scared and stuck inside her car nearby. Brad left to help, with Michael leading the way, before I even knew what was going on. It turns out a gator had crawled out of our pond and made himself comfortable in the shrubbery next to the front door of a young family down the street. Neighbors began to gather to see what was going on and take photos (including the pics below.. taken by a neighbor) Some began calling the Florida gator patrol to have him removed. Brad felt the urgency to help the alligator back to safety before he was hauled away. (one of the many reasons I love him... he has compassion for God's creatures)
Here he's telling the gator it's either back to the pond or a road trip to who knows where in a stuffy truck with his mouth taped shut. ha
Finally with a little coercing (and a broom handle) Brad was able to direct the gator across the street and back to the pond.
stopping to catch his breath
Sweet success... safely back where he belongs and gator patrol was cancelled. A few people came by later that evening to thank Brad (AKA: Alligator Man..hehe) for his bravery. (including the young mother who watched this all play out from her living room window) The girls were very proud of their dad who, in their eyes, just became as cool as the late Steve Irwin. :)