First let me agree- "nice wannigans"- to keep your thread on topic.
Now to alligators... Did you know that here in south FL, there are both alligators and crocodiles? Way cool! The crocs are very rare, but we've paddled with them in the Everglades ever since River was 1.5 years old. Alligators are everywhere here. I see them every time I'm near any isolated body of water, and often in town. My wife works in a massive corporate building (GE) in the center of town, and often there are 3'-6' gators in the retention pond between the building and the street. On the campus of Florida Tech, we often have a few in the swampy "jungle" (or the Botanical Garden, as our President likes it to be called).
A few years ago a friend and I canoe camped through the Okefenokee Swamp for a week. First day, we were packing up the canoes at a park entrance where other boats were available for rent. A park ranger was helping a young couple get set up in a johnboat with small motor, and we knew they were novices when the guy immediately flooded the engine, got help from the ranger to start it, and then was so nervous that he shot away from the dock with a rope still attached to the dock cleat. Needless to say, they came to a sudden halt with another dead engine! The ranger got them going again (why she didn't call a halt at this point, I don't know), and off the couple went down the large canal exiting the park.
We finished packing our gear, and set off at a nice pace down the way, counting all the gators we saw for the first 10-15 minutes, or until we got tired of counting. Big ones, little ones, smiling ones, snarling ones (well, not really snarling). Lots of gators. As we paddled on, we started hearing unintelligible shouting. Finally, we came out of a dense area into larger water and a fairly long view where we could see two people frantically flailing about in a johnboat. On that open water, we could hear them alternating "HELP!"... "PADDLE!"... "HELP!"... and so on. As we got closer, they finally noticed us, and begged us to hurry over and help them. I climbed on and got the flooded motor started, and only then did the guy (we nicknamed him "PADDLE!") and his girlfriend (we only remember her as "HELP!") warned us with trembling voices that "there's an alligator RIGHT OVER THERE!" We saw the little 5' gator that sent them into a frenzy, and I still don't know how they made it a couple of miles from the dock without seeing all of the others. Bottom line? They made a beeline back to the park entrance, and we later found out that they pitched a tent as close to the park's buildings and security lights as they could, and ate fast food from the nearest town for a week. We saw HELP! and PADDLE! again after take-out, and had a great time talking with them. They turned out to be vacationing from Manhattan, and had never seen wildlife like this before. Well, almost. They did mention raising an Emu from a chick, and then when it got too big for their tiny apartment, they said they set it free on the street below...