Our mom told us kids a story about when they lived in Florida, near St Augustine, there was a local spring that served as the local high school swimming hole.
Beautiful clear water.
She went with a few friends on a date and they took their swimming gear and a picnic basket(this was in the early Fifties) They poured out of the cars and the guys dove in without looking. The girls being more careful waited.
One of them started screaming. Gator! Gator! but the guys thought they were kidding.
Finally one by one each boy sighted the gator (underwater) and jumped out of the water and back to the cars.
The gator crawled unto the banks and towards the picnic basket... It really enjoyed the fried chicken as it tore up the basket.
Then they left.
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That’s really weird. Those springs in Florida are around 60 degrees. I didn’t think gators could tolerate that cold.