Yesterday, Rob and I headed north with our dog, Noah, to the town of Juno, where there’s a dog beach – unleashed dogs are welcome to romp and frolic in the waves. We didn’t realize until we neared the town that boat races were going to be held. Throngs of people carrying beach chairs and coolers were headed to the beach on foot, in cars, and there wasn’t a parking spot within miles.
So we headed south on A-1-A, the road that parallels the beach, looking for a park where we could at least take Noah for a walk. We’d been in the car for awhile, the weather was gorgeous, and he was antsy to get out and stretch his legs. We found a park in a quiet neighborhood, with a path that wound around a small lake.
Moments after I snapped this photo of a duck family-
…I heard a tremendous splash and glanced up. In the middle of the lake, the water was still frothing. Certain that I’d heard the splash of a gator, I hurried to catch up with Rob and tell him. Just then, my phone jingled. It was an email from a friend, who wrote: “I have been up to my ears in alligators this week…”
Huh? What’s that mean? I wondered. I’d never heard the phrase before. Since Mary Louise, the woman who sent the email, was born in India to British parents, I figured it might be a British saying.
Rob and Noah had stopped to wait for me and as I caught up to them, I saw they were standing next to this sign:
I started laughing. “You aren’t going to believe this synchro,” I said, and handed him my phone so he could read the email from Mary Louise.
Maybe 30 seconds separated the arrival of the email and my seeing the sign. It had been perhaps 90 seconds since I’d heard the tremendous splash that I believed was a gator. OK, I thought. Cluster. But what does it mean? Were we going to wake up the next morning and find a gator in our backyard?
We drove to a funky restaurant on the beach to get some lunch. The weather was so nice, we sat out on the porch. About 15 minutes after our arrival, Rob, who was facing the parking lot, said, “Incredible. Look at that guy’s shirt.” He nodded toward a man and woman who had just gotten out of a truck.
They were young, probably in their twenties. The man wore a University of Florida t-shirt, with a gator logo on the front. Sports-wise, the U of F is known as the “home of the gators.” As Rob and I both stared at the young man, he turned to say something to his companion and we nearly gagged. On the back of the shirt was a player’s name, the real last name of Charles Fontaine, the man from Canada featured in our nine posts about the Quebec encounter.
And with that, the possible significance of the synchro slammed into place.
Alligators are believed to be about 37 million years old. They are native only to America and China. In America, they are found in the southeastern U.S, primarily in Florida and Louisiana, with more than a million of them in each state. They inhabit fresh water environments and also live in brackish water. The female gators typically stay close to the eggs they lay for the entire 65-day incubation period.
From Wikipedia: “The temperature at which alligator eggs develop determines their sex. Those eggs which are hatched at a temperature of 34 °C (93 °F) or more become males, while those at a temperature of 30 °C (86 °F) or lower become female. When the young begin to hatch the mother quickly digs them out and carries them to the water in her mouth.”
These creatures are tough, resilient, primal, incredibly strong, and can move fast in short bursts. They can easily kill domestic animals –cats, dogs – and humans.
Gators instill both fear and fascination in us humans.
Suppose this gator cluster is addressing Charles’s encounter and his experience of it? During the encounter, he experienced a kind of fascination, which was followed by abject fear, flat-out terror. But he’s tough and resilient and as a result of his encounter with what he previously believed was impossible, he now has a broader worldview.
On another level, though, suppose the beings in his encounter were the reptilians, an ancient, primal race of entities whose agenda is anything but benevolent?
I’m beginning to think that it wouldn’t be so terrible to find a gator in our backyard tomorrow. You call the gator removal folks, keep the pets inside. Then I could dismiss this other possibility.