It was a sad day at the Smokes residence yesterday.
Our neighborhood alligator, Bubbles, died.
That’s how you know they’re there even when you’re free to’t see them.
Bubbles brought a lot of joy to our neighborhood.
He was a good one.
He never attacked anyone or their pets, for that matter.
Other than that, Bubbles was always welcome to catch rays in our backyard.
In fact, we’d even feed him if we had leftovers.
It’s not easy being an alligator in a neighborhood lake.
There’s only so many fish in the pond, and we couldn’t just watch him starve.
Once you understand what makes an alligator tick, you realize how sweet they can be.
Jewish kids have bar mitzvahs, Catholic kids have communion, and Floridians hold alligators.
That’s how you earn your stripes where I’m from.
Alligators are a lot like humans.
But when it’s time to eat, they have to do what they have to do.
I know how insane I sound, but it’s the truth.
Bubbles might be dead, but his legacy will live forever.
RIP Bubbles, you will be missed.
Say hi to Chubbs for me :(
