Meet Crawfish...

Yes, he is an alligator but his name is Crawfish. At least that's what James named him. Let's start over, shall we?

Yesterday afternoon, as usual, we took the yard to play some mean t.ball. As we did, Marcus yelled out that we had an alligator in the lake behind the house. I was a bit skeptical at this declaration coming from a Texas.city.boy. I mean... it's prolly a couple of turtles getting air. So I took a look. Sure enough, there he was. From the yard, he looked fairly big.ish. But today when we went down to check on him (read: feed him and name him) he really isn't all that big. From snout to tail he's probably right over 2 feet. But his body is pretty small.

I asked James what we should name him and without much thinking at all he said, 'How 'bout Crawfish. Dat's a great idea.' Voila!

Now, we won't let Crawfish stay long. He will get bigger... and his momma is prolly lurking around somewhere. So before he gets too hungry, we will relocate him somewhere safe. BUT for now, we are going to feed him stale pantry fair. Today was vanilla wafers and last weeks turkey. He loved it. Especially the vanilla wafers.

*So for all you resident Louisianians, here we go again perpetuating the stereotype that we all have alligators in our backyards. ;)

**For all you non.LAans, meet our pet alligator, Crawfish. Don't worry, we will eat him before he starts dragging small dogs and children off. ;)

I'm about to get cliche... get ready.... *wait for it*

See you later, Alligator!

*yessssssssssss*

Peace, love, and fauna.
xo
lmkw