February 7, 2015

“It was right to feed the alligators. They were starved for flesh. In their concrete fishbowl, they swam around in circles, climbed onto the ledge, then, when deciding to press further, were met with a wall. I felt terrible for the alligators. This wasn’t the life I envisioned for them. I wanted them to swim down rivers and across oceans, their mouths endlessly red, their stomachs perpetually stuffed. But there were things I couldn’t control and what happened to the alligators following their births was among that number. They were taken from their hatched eggs, dropped into the enclosure’s center, and left to fend for themselves. The alligator enclosure was a few miles outside of Acapulco.”


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