Growing up in Florida you learn at a very young age to respect the gator. If there is a body of water, no matter how small, you better believe the likelihood of one of these guys being in there somewhere is high. Florida is a swamp and we invaded their home. You let them be and they will leave you alone as well. But sometimes, like the old man on his porch, if you get a little to close they will tell you to “Go on git!” and you better believe they mean it.