Picked up the gator in a Central Wisconsin Cemetery. I love the everglades. That's where I learned about saw grass. I learned about gators at a gator farm near New Orleans. They didn't talk about purses or shoes there. They would harvest eggs from the wild and let the gators grow up at the farm. They released them back into the wild when they were big enough so other gators wouldn't eat them. There was a special way to mark the gator's tail to tell when it was released. Somehow they were tracking the survival rate by the tail markings.
I'm not going anywhere near the everglades for a while, but I have a couple road trips coming up and the gator will join me.