I think I ran into some of them online ...
I remember my brother having one of those little gators as a “pet” when we lived in Huntsville. Mom said that I was too young to have one but, truth be known, I think that she just didn’t want to put up with the smell of another one.
Foul tempered little bass turd (the gator, not my brother). We had a creek running through our property and I think my brother let him loose in it when he tired of cleaning up after him.