Food Chain

Nice and hot here in Chicago. Almost exactly like Florida, but not quite as humid, and without the flying cockroaches, and without the fear of hurricanes for half the year. I would say also without alligators, but if you've been watching the news, we got one. Or I should say, had one. Over in Humboldt Park, in the lagoon, was a four foot alligator. Somebody must have dumped their pet alligator in there because it was getting too big. Knowing the Humboldt Park neighborhood, I would guess it was a gang banger, drug dealer who thought an alligator would be really good security. Imagine breaking into an apartment or house and finding a gator guarding things. Much scarier than a dog that would probably lick you if you brought hamburger. Try to feed an alligator hamburger. It doesn't know where the hamburger leaves off and your hand begins. Anyway, the gator has been captured. Some expert from Florida flew up here and managed to catch it within just a few hours after park district employees failed for a week. I kind of feel sorry for the little fellow. He was minding his own business in that lagoon, and seemed quite happy. He had all the ducks he could eat, probably some catfish too and had no competition for them. I assume now that the reptile has been caught, it will be sent to Florida to live out his life. Which may not be long. It is a spoiled house pet who will be living in the Everglades for the first time in its life. He'll probably be eaten by one of those Burmese Pythons that have invaded Florida. Ironically, introduced by some pet owner who dumped his pet python in the Everglades because it got too big.