Not long after I moved to Florida, I was mowing the “yard” which went down to a canal. I had to mow around the Alligator which was sunning itself on the bank, and then when I bumped into a small tree, a 6 foot snake fell out of it onto the mower. I remember thinking there was a day when I thought wasps on your iced-lolly at the pub was a wildlife problem.
P.S. It was about a 6 foot (baby) ‘gator, but my metric for the size of a ‘gator is to picture it hanging from your right testicle, now tell me it’s not big.
P.P.S. I quickly learned that I was the wrong kind of immigrant to be mowing my own grass.