I was riding my bicycle in Crooked River State Park in St Marys, Georgia with friends when I saw a crocodile at the edge of the road looking like he was about to leap across. Yikes! I sped up to get away from him. I like leather shoes, but not live ones nipping off my feet.
Then I decided to go back and try to snap a photo, but silly me, along came some volunteers in a golf cart, so I said "Be careful, there is an alligator in the road up there."
To my surprise, they sped up the road. One of the volunteers jumped out with a big broom and pushed it at the crock yelling at him. He dove down a storm drain and vanished. As we road up the volunteer pointed to the storm drain that ran under the road and tree line to a small lake. I rode over to check out the lake.
That faint bit of writing reads "Do not feed the gator". By the time one gets close enough to read the sign, the gator is staring at your tootsies.
Life is goof.