Gator Time!

I know it's been a month since I last posted but nothing exciting has happened until this week. 2 am we hear our dog barking non-stop. We think it is another encounter with a possum, racoon, turtle or snake. Remember, we live in hillbilly country. Jose gets up to put the dog away in her cage. This is what he finds: I thought he was kidding. Lake Idamere is about 1.5 miles away. So no one can pinpoint his home. Luckily it was only 3 feet long and Jose was able to corner it and get it in Chocolate's cage. It was not a happy camper:

I called the wildlife office at 8am and they did not show up until after 5pm. I was worried the poor little guy or gal would get sick for being out of the water for so long. I expressed my concern to the trapper and he validated my worries. He said they were on their way. Finally the trappers came to relocate it and this is how the story ends:

Don't you feel sorry for the animal?
Our heroes: