The house was filled with squeals of terror last night when a crocodile somehow managed to make it into our living room. Honestly, I didn’t even realize that crocodiles inhabbit Oregon. I mean, we have the wet down pretty well, but not the warm…especially not right now. There have been a few rare cases though of crocodiles some how getting out of their normal habitat. In the early years between 75-85 we had frequently sightings of a vicious crocodile on our little farm where grew up in Pennsylvania…maybe it liked our pond. Though from personal experience, I can say it was not that great for swimming.
Anyway, back to our rogue crocodiles, there was also a female crocodile that attacked a family here in our little town rather frequently back in my highschool days. Rather a strange phenomenon, if you ask me.
So, last night, sure enough, lumbering around our living room was a giant crocodile trying to gobble up each of our rather reluctant children. Honestly, I was a little preoccupied with dinner, and their squeals sounded so charming, I left them to the whims of the beast. I have it on good authority, however, that those kids of mine managed to wrestle that croc over on his back, and just gobbled him right up.
You go girls!…and Jacob too. 🙂
If you are so completely confused about my cryptic post, this might help clear it up.